Is it the nightingale
whose song we hear
as day turns to night
and weakens us with fright?
Or the lark whose sweet song
drifts upon the rising dawn
announcing a new day has begun?
Together, they make music
and fill our world with song
that we may dance,
in graceful strides forward,
to encourage and make us strong.
Lift every voice and sing.
It is time to sing along.
Filed under POETRY
TIME TO DANCE
Beats sound
a groundless thump
against the heated air
of bodies dancing
worry laid bare.
To dance, to leap,
To sing, to weep.
Undulation and ululation
sound the escape
with brave elation.
Dance, dance
with butterflies and bees
as if life depends upon it.
Flutter and flit
On currents of air.
Rhythm and blues
are every day news.
Dance, dance.
Sound the best with feet
lifted above despair.
Dance, dance
with joy unabated.
Float like lilies
on pads created
To go with the flow.
Dance into the future.
Dance down the past.
Dance up the present.
Dance as if this chance
may be your last.
Caring need not mean
carrying another’s burden;
nor lifting a load too heavy
to bear alone,
yet often does.
There is a danger of injury
in shifting loads.
Better to brace
weakened strength
and leave the load in place.
Better to widen the stance
on planted feet
solidly grounded
while arms embrace.
Better to dance together.
this, too, lightens a load
with far more grace
and less harm.
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