All poetry is prayer, the poet says,

Lifting eyes to the sky

The rhythm clinging to each heartbeat

In the white space

That breathes beyond and between

Each syllable, each sentiment, each word,

Spoken and unspoken

All dance is poetry, the dancer mimes

Mouthing the words to the song inside

One heartbeat matching each beat of the drum

Each run of the keys, timed, syncopated,

A marriage of movement and might

The language of love and longing

Dance is poetry, poetry is prayer

In the space beyond and between

A story told in silence, melody and grace

The dancer’s spirit bent and broken, healed and saved.

The dancer’s stage, an altar

Where truth hides in the shadows

Is anybody out there listening?

The dancer’s arms, a symbol

Outstretched, pleading, prayerful, strong

Are you coming to get me now?

Dance of sorrow, dance of praise

Can you hear my call?

Here I am, on my knees

Can you see me now?

When will you find the space to

Answer me, rescue me, deliver me.

Watch me dance out loud