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