searching for Sabbath
I have learned that mourning is a time for dance....
there is a dance for sorrow just is there is a dance for joy
I dance in the footsteps of those who have gone before me
my tears are a salty waterfall
that moves in the light of their shadows
tiny splashes of silver and white
it is not to celebrate their lives that I dance
though I do cherish their lives-
I dance because the sorrow is so great
that I cannot help but move my broken self
in recognition
There is a natural beauty in a dance of sorrow
and I have learned to find it's rhythm within me
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Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you