Dance of the Heart

The dancer cannot dance

for her heart is breaking

from he who betrayed her.

Yet when it is time

she graces the stage

for the dance must go on

if all is to be well with the world.

And so she twirls and twirls,

lost in the dance

as she ignores her breaking heart

and moves forward

with a smile and an invisible tear,

the dancer and the dance now one.

Rebuilding Remnants

Standing at the crossroads

I see the devastation left behind

by “water, water, everywhere”

- remnants of sorrow

on the roads and river banks.

As people begin rebuilding

their homes and lives,

I wonder for a moment

whether this was natural or manmade

before as a united front

we enter ruins and leftovers

to begin life anew

from the flood’s devastation.