Imitation

A Poem By Timothy // 3/1/2008

Rapid feet are spinning, stepping, dancing in beautiful patterns
The will of the dance master is creating complex wonder
No ordinary dance, this, spun recklessly among staring stars
This is the dance of life weaving across the dance floor of time
It is not only stars that stare in awe, for they are joined by gazing eyes
Eyes so desperately trying to discern the impossible trace of the master’s feet
While hesitant feet below step forward, only to falter and miss
Missing even the simplest step of the master, who seems to slow his frantic pace
Then suddenly, for only the briefest moment, unsteady feet are flowing
Matching the master beat for beat, but only for one second, then gone!
And gazing eyes resume their downcast turn, only to hear a gentle voice
“True eyes of love will always and ever look to be the one they adore
Your steps will soon become as mine, so carry on, my love, carry on.”

Comments

Profound

Aye, and some day we will dance before him...

Ezra | Sat, 03/01/2008

"There are no great men of God. There are only pitiful, sorry men whose God is great beyond measure." - Paul Washer [originally Jonathan Edwards]

awesome

This is beautiful Timothy! Great creative images...

Brianna | Sun, 03/02/2008

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"We have been created for greater things. Why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty of our hearts?" ~Mother Theresa

I love this. So true, so

I love this. So true, so sweet.

Anna | Mon, 03/03/2008

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

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