The Final Dance
Everything in life has a dance
this has always been God's plan
The gentle wind moving along a field of flowers
never losing their roots showing their full strength and power
The clouds of might who never put up a fight
move and sway across the heavens never fearful of God's light
The waters of the sea as they rock back and forth
each wave giving a tiny dance as they blend and enforce
The leaf on a tree no matter how small
will shake and shimmy to the dance of the fall
when in spring to God's song they will call
Even a child in the mother's lap she will lay
will rock and sway never thinking or worrying of the impending grave
A father in God's faith he would always stand
when dying and in pain praying,
'God carry me and bless me with a peaceful dance as you have planned'
Through his eyes I could see his last dance unfold
my tears I could not control
he did not sway or rock
he did not put up a mighty fight
he did not shake or shimmy
he did not stumble or fall
He took God's hand as the angels sang a soft song
and he danced his way into heaven and on the streets made of gold
Remember in life always from your heart to continue to dance
for as you sway to God's song and your hair moves softly
this is the hand of your father wishing you a life to dance
and to never stumble and fall.
Dedicated to my cousin: Darlene In Memory of her father and my uncle: Berry
T Reams 2015 copyright
Copyright © Tammy Reams | Year Posted 2015
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