The Dance is Over - a poem
The Dance is Over
I bid goodbye to an old friend today.
He is marrying, and won't need me anymore.
Or so it seems.
Once we danced together,
Baring our souls innocently…
At least I did.
We rarely so much as shook hands, it is true,
Yet it seemed we waltzed beautifully,
Making sure we understood
Where the other was coming from,
And, more importantly,
Where they had been.
Then the music quieted.
It was harder to catch the rhythm,
And our steps strayed.
Life took a turn,
And at last we parted,
Smiling for a while
Across the distance of
Limited contact.
No longer we waltzed, praying together to Almighty God;
No longer I could watch him with guitar and drums,
His soul-blood mixing with that of mine
Until I felt alive enough to praise,
And pray with confidence.
He showed me how
Real praise to one's Maker goes.
He had worship down to an art,
And inspired me more than David
Dancing before the Ark.
But the music stopped.
I wish him a long life,
Fulfilled, with all his dreams in place.
May he teach ten dozen more to
Dance with the same fervor
As he welcomed me with, long ago.
- January 11th, Sunday - 2009
Big Fran's Baby (fitting waltz)
Fitting Emotions
Comments
To even have danced is a blessing and we need to dance more often...why I even dance with Mrs. Quill when we are grocery shopping...she sometimes hides in the beets...smiles.
Blessings
Joy At Home, Lovely Poem! Beautiful illustration choice by Renoir as well! David truly danced to the point of embarrassment! Well done! Always, Continue to dance with the Lord HE will bring you much JOY. "The JOY of the LORD is your strength!" Thank you for sharing, Blessings!
This is a thought provoking poem. I liked it... but, David didn't dance before the ark, Noah did. This may be the way you wanted the poem, I don't know... It is nice, anyway.
I will. The rewards are so much better than any other ulternative gives. I love you, sister.
There have been so many people that have come and gone from my life. I love very easily, platonically I mean. I really do feel all those I love you's or I wouldn't say them. I see something in that person that I can emulate or admire. I long to know that they are alright in their lives and struggles. Alas, one can not have everyone in their everyday circle and God knows how to answer prayers. My heart deeply misses so many people who I'm quite sure don't even remember who I am. I pray that when we all meet round the throne of grace that they can see the same love that I gave all those years ago.
This poem struck a cord deep inside me. Saying goodbye to a friend with which I have waltzed in harmony and been inspired by has been so hard to do. He moved on suddenly, without me, leaving only the hint of a friendship that once was.
Couldn't help but love this hub! My favorite painting by Auguste Renoir, one in which I once dreamed vividly as a young woman -- that I had been the woman in the painting. When I write a hub about the painting that another artist used to depict all that I dreamed, I'll link this fine hub.
This is a beautiful picture of the heart-closeness I think we all long for in a friendship. I too have a friend with whom I have at times shared such closeness, and there have been days when the thought of losing this friend to another place, another position, have weighed heavily on me. On those days I have had to relinquish into Jesus' hands my fears of life without this friend. We both belong to Jesus, and it is His to do with us as He pleases. His ways are always good, and one day, there will be no more separation. One day, neither distance, nor time, nor yet an inability to truly communicate heart-to-heart, will keep us from the ones we love. Jesus will be right there among us, and we will know Him, and each other, as we truly are.
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