he puts his hand in the small of your back
two fingers pressed into the center of your palm
he pulls you close
he steps with his left your right
you focus on his eyes
and try to ignore your feet
as they clumsily count one two three
you are trying to trust him
he knows this dance better than you
you are still a novice
and it is obvious you have not learnt yet
to lean in and let him control the turns
he takes his time
even when you miss a step – it is fine
he knows you are learning
he wants you to put your hand in his
close your eyes and trust him
with your life your heart with worry
but you are so scared
with hurt worth and unworthy
with loving and unlovable
your heart has been hurt before
you have been burned before
loved and endured loss before
you are in no mood for a dance
no mood to be romanced
you have become a great cynic
and love’s greatest critic
but he sends you invitations every day
even though you have yet to rsvp
he does not mind you
he keeps pursuing you
and taking steps in spite of you
he is a songwriter
composing the notes
that hold together eternity
he wants to teach your limbs to sing
he has been waiting
to see you let go of woe and worry
until your soul sings
in that beautiful voice he gave you
that you have somehow come to think
is not so beautiful
to dance with him
you must give in and give up
put in the trust it takes to really love
and you want to love him unbridled
believing in him with a faith that is unshakeable
like tree roots centuries deep
until you learn to follow his time
take deep breaths
and rest your head on his chest
and your cares at his feet
and never fear as long as you depend on you
so you take his hand
take a chance
fingertips in the palm of the one who holds galaxies
at the tips of his hands
your hand on his shoulder
your heart in his hand
and dance to a downbeat
that keeps time with his heartbeat
sometimes it feels like
he is letting you go
when he is only letting you turn
sometimes it feels like
he is letting you fall
when he is only letting you learn
his is the song that never ends
in his love sinners become friends
he wants to dance with you
until the only song you hear is him.
(compliments: A. Brown)
February 22, 2017 at 16:13
Antonio Brown’s dance and foot ball is awesome , apart from his inspirational life story and ATTITUDE …:-)
The poem does reflect it 100% 😉
Antonio & Sharna’s waltz is so cool……
A beautiful poem full of hope.
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February 22, 2017 at 16:29
many thanks for your comments. appreciated.
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February 22, 2017 at 16:33
just thought i should note that this poem has nothing to do with antonio brown or antonio and sharna. it’s a poem based on Isaiah 41:13.
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February 22, 2017 at 18:18
Awwww I adore this.
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February 22, 2017 at 18:20
many thanks, Sarah!
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February 27, 2017 at 23:05
This is amazing. I could tell it’s biblical. It brings a sense of peace that far surpasses all understanding. Beautiful Regie.
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February 27, 2017 at 23:06
This is amazing. I could tell it’s biblical. It brings a sense of peace that far surpasses all understanding. Beautiful Regie.
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March 4, 2017 at 21:28
many thanks, goofy!
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April 19, 2017 at 10:32
Such beautiful inspired blessed words…I have been reading this poem whenever I feel that I am losing contact with God and it always brings the feeling of belonging back! Thank you!
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April 19, 2017 at 11:30
thank you so much, Ava. i am glad to hear it does that for you. God bless you, infinitely.
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