dance the prayer

Dance the Prayer by Shiloh Sophia McCloud

dance the prayer

i stretch and feel
every hair waking in
the dawn (of creation?)
of the morning and
savor the blessed
cup (of new life?)
of coffee as dreams
and visions dance like
fairies from behind the
veil not yet born
calling out to wisdom,

go on girl!
dance the prayer
into being.

Terri Stewart, 12/5/2010

This is a poem created by pondering the first week of Advent and prompted by reflections on the writings of Christine Valters Paintner, OblSB,PhD, REACE.  You can find here here.  The words that popped out to me during the pondering of her writings were:

Stir
Stay awake
Waiting, anticipation
Alertness, watchfulness
Vitality, preparing for birth
Birth of God into the world
Sacred possibilities
Tension
Rest deeply
Signs and portents

I wonder what pops out to you during this time of preparation?  I wonder where you are stirring?  and where you are weary?  What needs to change?  I wonder where you are in considering the birth of a new way of being?  What part of that story is about you?

Shalom,

Terri