Thursday, August 5, 2010

Beneath the Hemlock


Cheek to cheek, an outside ballroom
I am free
whirling, beneath the hemlock

captivity ropes fresh fallen at feet
heart-soar with a song of found freedom
a humbled heart is light

The wind feels it, too,
and so sails along as music to ears
like prison gates swung wide and chains, heaped

And this spot, beneath the hemlock
Spot of sacred whisperings
Remain a stamp to my soul

For when I answered His nudge
with heavy feet
He took those feet and made them dance

I'm thanking Him today
for His relentless calling
to spread the grace that is He.

4 comments:

Jingle said...

whirling, spreading grace...
those are very lovely and I enjoy your creativity.

emily wierenga said...

oh girl, this is exquisite. i found myself breathless. thank you so much for linking. xo

joanny said...

Eloquent words, very creative.

Joanny

from Emilys

Leslie said...

"For when I answered His nudge
with heavy feet
He took those feet and made them dance"

These words found answer in my heart, today. Thank you for sharing them with us.

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