My soul does dance in breaths that soar,
far beyond and through all sacred lore.
How do I feel when the heavens mist?
Dear God, it is like the sweetest kiss.
My soul lifts more into Your arms
and dance, I do with earth-born charms.
It matters not at all that I
Would motion all the sky to cry.
Not to weep for sadness due
But for the joy of knowing You.
This my dance forever, until
all joins, is Yours, is freedom’s will.
©2012 Linda Willows; republish 2016
Photograph by Niko Nedelkovski
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Linda's own walk includes writing, prayer, and daily devotion, "surely, I know less and less as this heart empties to the wonders of Seeing Christ".
With a love for people expanded by extensive travels and grateful joy in her heart, she is usually caught in a smile. Willows was the Founder and Director of a Humanitarian NGO with the United Nations for more than 20 years and is a former professional Ballet Dancer.
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I have always been amazed at the Native American Ghost Dance … How they would go one often until in ecstatic collapse they fall unconscious. The dance was intended to make them impervious to the white man’s bullets.
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how fascinating, I have not heard of this, Peter. Thank you for speaking of it. I would love to see it. You, know I was a ballet dancer so I connect to “dance” as an expression of the soul.
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To understand the soul’s expression through the grace of ballet is an embodiment of love. That a nation of people found solace in the ghost dance speaks of that same love, even in the face of their dispair. From what I’ve read it is still practiced in private today. Many blessings … Peter
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