Freedom’s Dance

Who am I
Deep inside
Where nobody sees,
Where it’s raw and real
And unconcealed,

More than what I’ve
Done,
Won,
Accomplished?

Deep inside…
Where the dancer dreams
And the child sings,
And the music plays
And the world fades…

Effortless,
Fluid,
Free.

Where façades fall
And veneers peel,
Manufactured,
Plastic and
Cheap,

Where identity hides
And lost dreams lie
In unswept corners
With bubbles and
Shovels and pails,

Forgotten.

Till the dust shakes
And the heart quakes
And memories stir awake…

And s l o w l y
We rise from the
Rubble of self
Naked and raw
And real,

Silent and small
In the empty space,
Void of our made-up face,

Sensing His Presence
Like on-coming rain,
Drinking His scent in deep,

Grace-rain falling,
Splashing in drops,
Fat and gentle
And sweet.

Through the pouring rain,
A whispered name,
Branding my soul,
With His ink,

Harmony swelling,
Melody welling,
Thundering rhythm deep,
Parched heart filling,
Beating, spilling
Drawing me into the
Beat
Beat
Beat
Heartbeat of the King,

Sanctified,
Holy,
F R E E !

*Freedom’s Dance is part of the Christian Writers July Blog Chain on the topic “Freedom.” Click the links in the sidebar to the right for more inspiring posts, and may your heart be blessed.