It has been Their dance all along—Their communion, Their intimacy,
Love enfolding Love enfolding Love.
And I have been invited into the quadrille, the waltz, the glorious and shining ballet.
Me,
clumsy me, two-left-feet me,
stumbling, graceless me—
and hardly dressed for the occasion in these tattered, faithless rags.
Twirled and happy swinging,
embraced, breathless with joy
in heaven-sent robes,
in Spirit-scent robes.
. . . It feels like we will dance forever.
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green 
Thanks for sharing this poem. It says a lot. Connie
http://7thandvine.wordpress.com/
Thanks!
Love the poem! I tagged you in the last blog I wrote. You don’t have to do anything about it, just wanted you to know I enjoy your blogs! 🙂
Thank you!
So “feelable.” Loved it.
Thanks, friend!
I just love your poetry, and your photographs! (That 3rd cloud picture is especially amazing.)
Thanks. All those were taken from where I work last Sept. It was an awesome storm that swept through with those mammatus cloud formations and rainbows and light and dark and . . . 🙂 My kind of weather!
Mine too – I love storms, clouds, sky photos. Sounds like you have some beautiful, storm-skies there! 🙂
Lovely poem – with illustrations to match!
Thanks so much.
Oh, Lilly that is lovely. Great job!!
Thank you!!
hello, ms. lily,
you always see things, happy things in the clouds… yes, they make me happy, too. 🙂
and why, your cam’s able to capture the rainbow. mine can’t – sob… ^^
thanks again for this post! 🙂
They don’t last long. It’s fun to be there at the right moment.
Beautifully captured pictures.
Thanks a lot!
I admire your work , regards for all the helpful blog posts. 348404
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