By Carla A. Romarate-Knipel
We were all young once
we skipped, we hopped, we danced
raced and ran
climbed trees, gazed at the sky,
wishing we could fly
and touch the stars.
Then we grew up, grew older
lost most of the awe and wonder
legs no longer strong and agile
our vision clouded, unable to see
beyond the haze of mortality’s doom.
Somewhere in between
the joy and the gloom –
a voice calls out an invitation
“Follow me…”
we hear a knocking
on the door of our hearts
the Lord of all Life
the Lord of the Dance
waiting to come in.
Anyone who opens the door
skipping, hopping, running
limping, shuffling, trudging
to let this Holy Guest in
will meet the Light of Lights,
who parts the clouds of doubt
to let the glory shine –
we become children once again
now and forevermore.
Choose Joy: Poems, Prayers and Prose 