pray, I mean dance

I’m a sucker.

I’m a sucker for skin, yours, probably white or black or in between, how Jesus loves his little children. This is seen: the hunger, the bread and butter; how we fit in our jeans, the stitch, where the pockets land. The unseen, how tattoo ideas can drop into prayer like a hawk.

I’m a sucker for strings. On bad days, how my mind churns up past, but then the music, and I see the body, the skin on the raised hands, and it makes the unseen in me dance, slip my shoes off, feel the cold tiles. God is celebrated by suckers.

The creator puts Himself in us, makes us beat box. Even children do it. They hear the praise and know the demons flea. They move their hips like its sacred. Beat the table top, got the boom of fire, that holy.

We’ve got life. We’ve got Africa (Ireland?) in our hearts, Mongolian spots. We’ve generations behind us. Zion up ahead.

Pray, I mean dance, with us, church; so much hurts.

Or just free write. It can be worship.

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Reply October 18, 2011

dang, woman.

Reply October 18, 2011

This is really fun. And a beautiful video!!

Reply October 18, 2011

Outstanding. "Pray, I mean dance, with us, church; so much hurts."

Reply October 18, 2011

what seth said. :D

my kids and I just danced like crazy, beat-boxing cellist- now they want to know if Uncle Garrett ( a cellist) will do it too. Tough goo of a day turned to spun laughter.

Reply October 18, 2011


Reply October 18, 2011

With closed eyes, side grin, a wiggle in my shoulders, and good tears squeezing out

Reply October 18, 2011

I can't say it enough. I love how you write, mama.

Reply October 18, 2011

When I grow up, I want to write just like you. Okay, that'll never happen because I'm "me" and you're "you". So, I guess I'm just sayin' that I like your words a whole lot.

Reply October 18, 2011

Daggone. How do you keep doing that, over and over? Amazing. Beautiful. Thank you.

Elizabeth Esther
Reply October 18, 2011

This rocks. In so many, many ways.

(Did you mean "demons flea" or "demons flee"---either way, it works!) :)

Reply October 19, 2011

This made me smile this morning! Such happy music! :)

Teri @ StumblingAroundInTheLight
Reply October 19, 2011

DANG! Excellent!!

Reply October 20, 2011

And if you can't dance no matter how much you want to? Oh to lose self-consciousness, but I've carried it close since infancy.

But I loved the thought. Kinda takes away the power of the darkness when you're singing, dancing, despite it.

And since I've wandered through here for a while now, I figured I should finally say something. Thanks for writing, I love to visit here!

diana trautwein
Reply October 20, 2011

AMAZING, amazing. Thank you, thank you.

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