Friday, May 30, 2008

Sometimes


The heaviness of my blessings
Pushes me into a position
Of prayer.
Which means
I dance.

10 comments:

  1. Yep. There was some mighty fine praying going on here last night.

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  2. Sweet! That's exactly how I do my praying too. I guess I got that beautiful gift from you. Thanks Mama!

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  3. Oh, Jessie, you just pray all day long, don't you?
    Come on! Do it now! Dance for us!

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  4. Oh, you must tell me what hair products you use to get your hair to swing around like that!!!
    I can dance, but you can get your hair to dance! You the Breck Girl!

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  5. MOB- you are so funny. No products. Just, you know, shampoo and creme rinse. That was all air and prayer.

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  6. OOoooo! that is a BEAUTIFUL poem! :)

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  7. Thank-you, Ms. A. It was a tiny one, but heartfelt.

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  8. Mama
    Flair in her hair
    Swang in her thang
    Pretty 5,000 ways.

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