January 5, 2008

People and faces
grace the places
where we've never been
where we ought to be
and the traces of places
we'd like to visit again.
There's the old man
with sand in his hair
that feels free
when he dances in the ocean.
The old woman that is ageless,
whose beauty has not faded
with the ages.
The young girl who stands en pointe
and dreams of dancing her way
across the stage
in "Nutcracker"
All is a dream.
The young man who searches
a glare in his eyes,
and sees beyond where
he's at, his feet made
to match a dime,
and shrunk down,
to explore the world above.
He stretches his hands
to reach for the stars
grabs hold
and pulls it to his heart.
All is a dream.
As we look a little further
we see a little girl on a tire swing,
a man at the end of a cannon,
a lighted candle
a desperate look
the tears they held onto
and the laughs they let go.
The game of basketball
when the rubber meets the pavement
and we hear a beat,
the feet, the feet,
back and forth,
running, step back,
the hoop in sight
but, snap, what was that?
The face full of joy
with the face covered so,
the noise of laughter
might not overflow.
But we long and we seek
to go beyond these places,
these faces, these embraces,
and see Another, no
No other besides Him,
for there is none like Him
in all the heavens and
all the earth.