Strangers – stalking – stealthily – somberly – swiftly
Strangely and awkwardly – to me at least – smiling
Waving my way – arms out – but cumbersome me
Awkward – unknowing – “Who are you – what
Foreign space or time brought you?”
Quickly – change the lenses – filter the light
May I dance back to back – now that’s not so bad –
But I cannot see your face
Look into your soul
Catch a glimpse of the “Light” within.
If He makes his home within your soul why – how can I
Reverse the course of knowing and being known?
I cannot see Him clearly if strangers – foreign
Not before known – heard or seen –
Never play in my yard or I in theirs or
Walk the path together.
So I turn and look and dance and move
Fear takes flight
Faces become full of knowing and being known
Strength steps forth and spins the reckless steps of
Blind – trusting movement dancing the May pole
Celebrating and calling out the song of the Dove.
— Toni LaCentra