The Dance......
You mesmerize me
with your dance.
Twirling and moving in a flurry
of beauty.
You skip lightly and barely touch
the ground.
When suddenly, you fly high
turning in circles of joy.
Suddenly you slide to your right
and dip low, teasing me
Keeping my eyes locked on your
every move.
I blink, and the winds die
and with the stillness
your dance ends.
You lay crumbled, lifeless, and still.
My eyes are opened to see you
as the world sees you.
I am sad for you, you had a purpose
a plain white plastic bag
suited for many useful things.
In your proper place you serve well...
but someone's carelessness,
someone's laziness...
Makes the world see you as
Trash.
Aw, but for a moment today
in the street where you were
carelessly thrown.
The wind allowed you to dance...
to enchant me, to make me smile
And once again I am shown
that while man makes trash,
Nature in all it's raw power
Always makes beauty.
TJ James 2011
Who has not seen a plain white plastic bag dance in the wind and find themselves watching at the beauty that this "trash" can make while the wind blows? The whisper that I heard the other day while I watched such a dance was this..
ReplyDeleteThings in life , abuse, neglect words that crush, all cause my people to feel like trash... useless, ugly , part of the problem. My people forget that they have a purpose, and if they allow the wind of My Spirit to lift them, they too can dance in beauty. If you will allow my Spirit to lift you and move you , like the wind lifted and moved that plastic bag, your life can be a dance of beauty too.