Dance

The snap of a memory,
the lyric  of a face,
the joy of a melody that moves you and loves you
and lifts you up from your tired little space
into a heaven you hardly deserve.

Who are you? laughs the song, singing along,
And how do you know who I am?

How do I know who you are?! you cry,
eyes shut, tears flowing, arms out, hands swaying,
I could write this poem FOREVER!

Pure joy—pure radiant, intensive, and transformative joy is a quality of the soul, and we allow it to visit us all too rarely. But when it does…

Thank you for reading Dance. My edit history shows that this is a poem two years in development, so I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.

The photograph was taken at my home in Connecticut, after a recent major snowfall. To see my photography blog, please visit the Book of Bokeh.

john

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8 responses to “Dance

  1. philwilke

    “That you hardly deserve”? We need to work on your self-confidence

  2. “A heaven you hardly deserve”? I tend to call that HOME.
    “Who are you?” words could never stretch enough meaning to tell. No language ever will.
    And yes, you are writing this poem forever. I read recently a quote saying the depth of the moment is eternity. So, literally, there you are.

    • Thank you so much!

      “The depth of the moment is eternity.” PLEASE tell me I can steal that! I will anyway, but permission would be nice. 🙂

      • There is no need to steal anything. 🙂 This is a quote from Madame Colette Aboulker-Muscat. When I read that it just clicked with my spiritual findings. So please share it whenever you like.

      • “Originality is merely undetected plagiarism.” Bach said that, and he should know.

        Just joking, of course. I do love the quote but would never really steal it. 🙂

  3. cghayden

    John your beautiful poem so melodious…It reminded me of a quote I learned a long time ago … God is the DJ, Life is the dance floor, Love is the rhythm, and you are the music.

    I thank the DJ for the multitude of tunes I get to share with you on this great dance floor… I pray to disco ball twinkles for a long time as we sway to the rhythm and the melody of family.

    Love you always …….Cindy