Pilgrim Dancer

I am the Pilgrim Dancer
Empty space the canvas on which I paint
Colours called forth
By the sweeping of my arm
And then from wildness,
Calm.
Moments enshrined as I…
 
 
S t i l l     m y s e l f,
 
 
and move again …    and       …         strain        …            to           …               reach…
The place beyond the bounds of time
I touch Him, feel Him, call Him mine
What is this Love,
This fire
Divine
This higher
life fits like a glove
And I am reminded as I twist and twirl
I was never made to be of this world.
 
 
I am the Pilgrim Dancer
My body a perfect pen
Written upon the empty spaces
Between the words of men
Take a look
And you will see
Between the lines of present time
Eternal Kingdom coming
Where we are free, we’ve crossed the line
 
I am the Pilgrim Dancer
Flesh of flesh and bone of bone
One with You
And now
Together
I dance with Jesus
I am
Home.

David Martin