Friday, January 15, 2010

The Dance

Catching me is like catching a snowflake,
A butterfly, fairy dust, a firefly-
something that dances on the air beckoning you to join
The dance.

Snow falling, cherry blossoms swirling, golden leaves descending-
the Colors of the wind. Who did I dream of being? A figure skater-someone dancing in the snow!
Like the Snow Queen in the Nutcracker-the absolute picture of
transcendent, silent beauty.
Like the Nursery Magic Fairy carrying the velveteen rabbit
to where the fronds of the bracken shone like frosted silver.

I dance at Your feet Jesus- with my fairy wand I drop silvery stars at Your feet.
My gift to you Jesus.

"Take My hand Elaine, come join Me in the dance. Be the beauty that you are. We will climb up to the High Places, and I will reveal Myself to you. The mount of transfiguration- only it won't be Me who transforms in front of your eyes.

You will be the Ever After fairy
You've always longed to be.
My little snowflake. My little ice crystal.
My diamond fire."

1 comment:

Ellen said...

Hello my Friend! So glad to get your Christmas letter and find you here. I love your writing and seeing what God is revealing to you.

Love you!