Saturday Poem: A Higher Dance

The trees are no longer naked.

The wind swept through the branches

spreading a shower of white sequins

that dressed them in a radian white gown.

They are so elegant now!

I could shiver with the cold.

But the trees invite me to dance,

and their dance keeps me warm.

And their beauty…

Oh! Their beauty, so magnificent…

The presence of The Divine.

As in my life,

it often shows up as tiny drops

that hurt as they jab and stab,

piercing my comfort,

making me shake.

Only later do I see

the miracle that redressed

my nakedness,

the gown that makes me ready

for a higher dance.

——

Maria Mar©2014

February 3, 2014

Diary of Now, 2014

New York

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