Poem of the Week: The Dancer by Elizabeth Rose

17 February 2012

Since I do not consider myself to be anywhere near the rankings of poets I normally feature on Literary Lane, I have shied away from sharing too many of my own poems. It just doesn't seem right to include my meager works among theirs, and to be honest, I find their poems much more inspiring than mine will ever be. But as you can probably see from reading this little blog o' mine, I have made one or two exceptions to nearly every rule . . . and this just so happens to be one of those times. 

{All photos (c) my sister, Bree, except for the one that has my watermark}


The Dancer
By Elizabeth Rose, written June 2011

There is a dancer at the barre,
Unlike all the rest.
Her splits are still not very far,
She struggles with the steps;
Her arabesque is not that high--
Forty-five degrees at best.

She sees her classmates grow so fast,
Over the passing years,
The hands she holds out to her friends
In private dry her tears.
She doesn't understand her place,
For those younger than her are her peers.


"Why, Lord?" she questions late one night,
"Where is that natural grace?
I want to do a triple so perfect
It puts a smile on my instructor's face!
I want to be in Ballet III,
With center stage my place."

"My child, I gave you all you need,"
The Father answered she.
"If you had these extra gifts, 
Would you still glorify Me?
Or would you just ask to be in Ballet IV,
Instead of Ballet III?"

"You may not be able to do a triple,
Or even do the splits,
But what you're failing to realize
Is that I gave you other gifts!
This lie that you are worthless
Is nothing but a myth!"


"Do your very best in class,"
He added finally.
"Encourage all the other girls,
When they dance beautifully.
And don't forget that when you dance,
You dance to honor Me."

And so, this little dancer,
Who is certainly not the best,
Dances with a lovely glow—
One absent from the rest.
Though she’ll never be amazing,
She knows He loves each step. 
"Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness." — Psalm 30:11
P.S. Don't forget to enter my writing contest! It's your last chance; no new entries will be accepted after 11:59 P.M. tonight.  

6 epistles:

  1. This is a beautiful poem, Elizabeth, and really well-written as well. Great job! I loved the message in it as well =D.

    Blessings,
    ~Joy @ joy-live4jesus.blogspot.com

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  2. Loved this poem, Elizabeth! It brightened my day, thank you. :)

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  3. Oh my goodness... this poetry is beautiful! need i even say it was way better than mine? ;) i loved this so much -- i'm so glad you decided to share it.

    xoxo,
    Jessica @ Diary of a Beautiful Soul

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  4. This was absolutely beautiful, my dear. You have a lovely way with words. Thank you for reminding me of the ultimate goal. Again.

    Many Blessings,
    --Johanna
    serving tea and scones @ www.theoldfashionedgirl.com

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  5. Lizzy, this is beautiful! You are amazing.

    Love you,
    -N.

    p.s. so happy to be able to comment again! :)

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  6. I came across your blog through Grace's Garden Walk. And I was just scrolling through your poems and this one caught my eye, especially the words in the last phrase. I can't explain why but it really touched me. I love the line "She knows He loves each step". My eyes are a little wet and my throat's a little constricted and I just want to say thank you for writing this poem.

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