the dance of the beautiful people.

I often only write when everything is dark and down, and I thought maybe tonight I'd write differently. However I can't find the right words to describe how I feel. Other than to say that right now this evening I feel that I could do anything I wanted. I'm not all hyper-active and swinging from the chandeliers (not that I have any chandeliers!), not sure I would even say I was joyful, nor even very happy. But I do feel content. I feel valued. I feel like I exist, not as an apology but as a creation of wonder, and beauty. I don't feel beautiful in terms of my appearance, but that as a person, that my personality is beautiful.

I know me.
I know it won't last
probably not for very long
but ...
this evening - I am part of the amazing and beautiful creation of God
I have a place in this creation
I have a place in sharing this creation with the creator
and we, Her and me will continue to dance
the dance of the beautiful people.

it eclipses the sun

My soul hurts.
My soul hurts - are you cleaning it?
Cleaning out the gravel like a grazed knee?

My soul hurts.
My soul hurts - are you sewing it?
Sewing it together like a wound?

My soul hurts.
My soul hurts so loud
it eclipses the sun.

We wept forever

A roar inside
A roar of pain
A primordial roar
A primordial roar of pain
A primordial roar from the very depths
A primordial roar from the very depths of pain
A primordial roar from the very depths of my soul
A primordial roar from the very depths of my soul of pain
Depper than the depths of my soul
From the very depths of creation itself
came a tsunami of tears.

And God also roared in pain,
Christ roared beside me,
the Father roared from before time began
the Spirit roared into eternity,
and they three and me
we wept forever.