One Day
27 Jan 2009 Leave a Comment
in Personal Reading Responses, Writings
“One Day”
Through the song and the laughter, there’s a message that’s stronger than words.
It has no sound but it encompasses my heart.
It captured me before I knew it was there and now it is all that my mind can comprehend.
There’s no one reason why it should be him
His eyes don’t glance my way they way I’d long for.
His smile is joyful, yet not for my presence.
Still, his heart is so light and strong he can’t help but be drawn into mine.
Every song sung sings to my soul. Every note makes me weep.
The light is blinding through his eyes. I long to show how it burns in my heart too.
Yet how could I compete? Beauty doesn’t grace me. The only hope I have is my beloved.
If he saw my heart first, then maybe…
But as Solomon said, that’s not what draws men’s eyes.
So I am left with what? In anxiety, waiting, hoping against hope.
Lord, my God! I can only cling to you.
There is nothing else left. I know you will take me to him.
One day.
– Kaylee Perry
When you Dance with Me
27 Jan 2009 Leave a Comment
in Personal Reading Responses, Writings
“When you dance with me”
The room is empty, no one to see.
I think of you and you’re here with me.
My hand is lifted.
The floor is cleared.
Though there’s no music that anyone else can hear.
You take me in your arms.
They’re firm and I melt.
You lead me and I can’t help
but follow.
You make me float, and I’m finally alive.
You dance with me, and I’m free.
You capture me, and I’m completely yours.
You dance with me and I know I can soar.
Others may look on and think it strange.
They can’t see you, but I know who you are.
They can’t see you dancing.
I’m enlightened by your grace,
Touched by your beauty,
Burning with desire to see your face.
You know me more than I know myself.
You lift me high and I cry
and laugh all at once.
Awed by your love, gripped by your passion,
Compelled to do nothing but dance.
I dance for you.
When all is lost, and I’m alone with my fears,
They say I have no hope, and then come the tears.
That’s when I feel it- lighter than a feather against my skin.
Your breath, your hand,
You invite me to dance.
Who am I to be your partner?
I don’t know the steps or any of the cues.
I stumble and fall,
But you gracefully catch me.
You make me beautiful.
Who am I that you’d make me your own?
You hold me tight,
And I know that I’m home.
Hand in hand,
heart in heart,
step in step,
you go. I go.
That’s when I hear your voice,
Sweet and gentle like loving water,
“Look, my beloved, we’re dancing!”
–Kaylee Perry
