Of Hope...

"Ultimately our gift to the world around us is hope. Not blind hope that pretends everything is fine and refuses to acknowledge how things are. But the kind of hope that comes from staring pain and suffering right in the eyes and refusing to believe that this is all there is. It is what we all need - hope that comes not from going around suffering but from going through it."
-Rob Bell

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

I Could See It When We Danced


I could see it when we danced,
The song we sung that day.
A melody all our own, enhanced,
And quietly leading the way.

The song we sung that day,
Unheard by our hearts before,
And quietly leading the way,
Like a silent ronde on the dance floor.

Unheard by our hearts before,
We ventured into the unknown,
Like a silent ronde on the dance floor,
The music, your arms, your cologne.

We ventured into the unknown,
With risk and fear, but not flight;
The music, your arms, your cologne,
You lead me valiantly through the night.

With risk and fear, but not flight,
And moving solely by your touch,
You lead me valiantly through the night,
Without a falter, a pause, or such.

And moving solely by your touch,
A melody all our own, enhanced,
Without a falter, a pause, or such,
I could see it when we danced.

 - M. M. Landry



I'm on a poetry spin at the moment... next post will be a blog :-)

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