My Heart Sings

4:47 pm

There are still good people in this world.  They may be few, but they are there.

As I leave out, bird food chilled in the frig, I have more peace than I thought.  A simple phone call.  Which was not so simple after all.  But the reassurance that it's all okay. 

I'm flawed, but there's grace. 

What a gift.  My face and my heart are smiling.

Leap of Faith

Leap of Faith

 

How am I to learn the steps,

do I really want the dance,

moving in,

sliding back,

shall I leave or take a chance.

 

In the distance I can see,

silhouettes of heartaches past,

anxious as the music starts,

sometimes slow,

or much too fast.

 

I separate to go inside,

I back away to catch my breath.

Is this the dance of life I feel,

or prelude to another death.

 

Stretching for the turn that comes,

uncertain of the unknown pace,

unrehearsed,

ill defined,

for love is but a dance of grace.

 

Swept up in the rhythm now,

challenged by some old belief,

limits I have pushed beyond,

but safety calls me back to speak.

 

Dancers in formation pause,

take the leap or step aside. 

Faith beckons in a whispered voice,

protect your heart, but do not hide.

 

Open as a dancer would,

face the light and take the stage.

A leap of faith can free the heart,

with any turn,

at any age.

 

Lou Sparks Smith