on motherhood and dancing

She is glorious
Not because her life birthed great accomplishments and acclaim
her glory transcends the tide of earthbound rhythm.
And her face shows the lines of laughter and tears
She will grow old
and you will grow old
you will always be her child
though distance runs between us
And time turns respendent like a waltz
and she always moves with grace
Some dance childless
living in the hope that the sounds of children will find their way across the hall
they weep and yet courageously they dance with expectation.
Others have mourned at the graves of their sons and daughters
Their dance reminds us of the power of God to restore and give hope.
Because that is what life is.
an amazing dance
even though the dance leads into dark valleys and lonely places
It remains a dance
and God has beckoned mothers
and mothers have beckoned sons and daughters
to enter into the dance.
the glorious dance that began one fair and gallant dawn
when a stone was rolled away and Mary,
a grieving mother turned sorrow into dancing
Her heart danced with unspeakable joy
And the music began
and the dance of eternal life began
And so the dance continues
The dance of motherhood
the dance of Life.
A dance that reminds us of a soon coming feast when a father welcomes his children
A home with many rooms and new wine
We have been invited to the celebration
We have been invited and it is our choice
Shall we stand around like critics and just watch the celebration?
Will we lose ourselves in sorrow from the pain of life?
Will we walk away from this beautiful morning with old resentments?
or will we truly dance…

Comments

[Micky]

About 3 years ago I dropped into a black hole – four months of absolute terror. I wanted to end my life, but somehow [Holy Spirit], I reached out to a friend who took me to hospital. I had three visits [hospital] in four months – I actually thought I was in hell. I imagine I was going through some sort of metamorphosis [mental, physical & spiritual]. I had been seeing a therapist [1994] on a regular basis, up until this point in time. I actually thought I would be locked away – but the hospital staff was very supportive [I had no control over my process]. I was released from hospital 16th September 1994, but my fear, pain & shame had only subsided a little. I remember this particular morning waking up [home] & my process would start up again [fear, pain, & shame]. No one could help me, not even my therapist [I was terrified]. I asked Jesus Christ to have mercy on me & forgive me my sins. Slowly, all my fear has dissipated & I believe Jesus delivered me from my “psychological prison.” I am a practicing Catholic & the Holy Spirit is my friend & strength; every day since then has been a joy & blessing. I deserve to go to hell for the life I have led, but Jesus through His sacrifice on the cross, delivered me from my inequities. John 3: 8, John 15: 26, are verses I can relate to, organically. He’s a real person who is with me all the time. I have so much joy & peace in my life, today, after a childhood spent in orphanages [England & Australia]. God LOVES me so much. Fear, pain, & shame, are no longer my constant companions. I just wanted to share my experience with you [Luke 8: 16 – 17].

Peace Be With You
Micky