Artist of Grace
The human vessel which dares to take on life.
The sacred call to come anew.
The wonder met through moments in motion.
The breath exhaled in falling action.
The body in dance.
Metallic walls cast reflections
multiplying gentle limbs
Parts as one,
Filtered light cast shadows
adding dimension to the body.
A visible silhouette, leotard of black
Unending legs floating with ease.
Questioning the song
through a series of movement
growing its collective response.
The chartered floor delicately worn by blistered feet
By the endurance of failure in creating art.
The dancer as two –
leads and follows
The fissure of time unseen.
Swimming on land the body remains open to heal
Closed in its effort to shield its reveal
Heaven breathes sovereignty into the body’s chest
The skies open with fervor, the spirit has impressed
Extension in full, reaching as the child toward a mother
Not knowing if the return touch will favor or falter
The body long and limber
The body lean and learned
The body strong and stirred
The dance for life pauses, unearned.
Where this body moves, life will surely follow
Where this body sings, joy ensues, sadness to hollow.
This body –
Rejoices in beauty.