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I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. In the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy.

Thursday, March 10, 2016

And so I danced

There was no voice,
Or perhaps there was a
Voiceless voice -
So soft,
so small
it could only be heard
just beyond the borders
of my hearing.

It sang anyway,
that voiceless voice.
It ran through my body
and burned my hands
which lay idle at my side.

It drummed a beat
that moved my heart,
that moved my feet
in surprising syncopation.
Not a waltz
Nor a tango,
but my idle feet,
idle as my hands -
my idle feet
Moved.

They danced with the
voice that was no voice
that had no sound,
but it sang in my heart
And burned my hands
And beat in steady rhythm
And so I danced.

And sang the song
of the voiceless,
and stumbled on broken bits
of shattered tablets.


For Isaiah 1:17