Rhythm of the Soul

autumn

I imagine the dance,
the sway of the body,
in the mirror a different reflection,
in truth I cannot dance.

The body not fluid,
legs with misstep
Uncoordinated in every move,
not in sync with the music.

Expressions released,
the soul will not be quiet,
it shouts out, rhythm lost,
the Lord hears, the soul sighs.

The soul sings and dance,
it welcomes the Lord’s presence,
joy fills the air,
the happy tap of dancing feet.

The soul hears a different tune,
eyes closed, hearing the music,
to truly dance,
shall I indeed sing to the Lord.

By C.E. Pereira
(9-10-2014)

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Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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