← All poemsIn the cathedral's rose-lit hush,
A ballerina stands---ethereal, crowned for heaven,
Ordained by grace; a vessel spun
Of hope's fine thread, sorrow's spun gold---
She moves with borrowed angel wings,
Brushes the dawn with sacred toes,
Baptizes the stage in dew and promise:
Remember me, remember all I love.
Her arms, crescent like the lamb's innocence,
Her leap---the courage of freedom unafraid.
Legacy shimmers at her skirts,
A tapestry of time, of faerie kin, of prayers and pain---
Yet still she dances, ordained---
By loss, by longing, by God's whisper in the garden.
O, heaven smiles as she rises,
Rose petals trailing her vow:
Here I am---light as blessing---
Ordained for wonder, for hope, for this dance...
Amen.