Sunday Morning Efforts

I don’t know why, but this writing happens to me at the most inconvenient times, usually around 3:30 or 4:30 in the morning, especially to write a poem. This was written early, early this morning. I hope you enjoy your Sunday morning. Praise God!!

Fire Dancer

Power reaches out
Blazing fingers extend
themselves to the figure
Bent, drooping below

On a floor created
Only for this—the dance
A fingertip extends to
Caress its creation

Giving of itself
To the soon to be
Dancer below
Feet now dipped in fire

The figure raises
Back is straightened
Head held high
Movement flows
and its dance begins

Delighted, Power above,
Enthused in Joy,
sees this life now
Transformed
—caught up in the dance—

Toes burn, ankles turn
To the beat, cadence
Of a music heard, felt
Only above flowing
Through the fingers of fire.

Fire moves from the floor
To burn, entice, enwrap
Legs, now hips, waist bends
In flames, yellow, red
Blue, engulfing upward

To chest, shoulders,
Neck and finally
Head, heart, all burns
Dancing in purest joy
To turn and sweep

Arms raised, head tilted
To see, view, glimpse
Only the One Above
Watching as she twirls
On toes of fire

Living flames of Spirit
May engulf us all
Given half a chance
You too could be
allowed, won’t you join in
live in, breath
within the Dance.