God Danced

I can't remember who gave me this image of Jesus, with His impassioned, grimaced face feeling all that's ever felt, absorbing all that's ever been wronged, and carrying all that's ever let go. My eyes gaze upon it throughout the day... it sits right next to my computer screen. The one with his back toward me, why... he's limp. Needing this embrace I, too, have gone limp. Feels good. Feels like this is right where I need to be.

Before posting, I read what was written on the back by someone unknown to me:

God Danced

On the day I was born, God danced.

Did you really, God?

Was it a ritualistic, dignified,

bow from the waist kind of dance?

Or was it just possibly a wild and crazy

arm-flinging kind of thing?

Did you pronounce somberly

that here was another 'good girl' ('good boy')

that you created?

Or did you yell and holler and

grab the guy on the corner

to let him know that this time

you had really done it!

This time you created a winner --

This one was going to go all the way!

I hope you did, God --

I really hope you did.

~ Unknown

God danced,