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Freedom's Dance
by Cindee Snider Re Who am I Deep inside Where nobody sees, Where it's raw and real And unconcealed, More than what I've Done, Won, Accomplished? Deep inside Where the dancer dreams And the child sings, And the music plays And the world fades Effortless, Fluid, Free. Where faades fall And veneers peel, Manufactured, Plastic and Cheap, Where identity hides And lost dreams lie In unswept corners With bubbles and Shovels and pails, Forgotten. Till the dust shakes And the heart quakes And memories stir awake And s l o w l y We rise from the Rubble of self Naked and raw And real, Silent and small In the empty space, Void of our made-up face, Sensing His Presence Like on-coming rain, Drinking His scent in deep, Grace-rain falling, Splashing in drops, Fat and gentle And sweet. Through the pouring rain, A whispered name, Branding my soul, With His ink, Harmony swelling, Melody welling, Thundering rhythm deep, Parched heart filling, Beating, spilling Drawing me into the Beat Beat Beat Heartbeat of the King, Sanctified, Holy, F R E E ! Cindee Snider Re lives in Sussex, WI with her husband, their five children, two cats, and two Shichon puppies. She enjoys quiet evenings, long walks, good books, homeschooling her kids, and lots of good, strong, hot, black tea. August, 2011 http://www.BreatheDeeply.org Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |