Friday, May 22, 2009

"Come dance with Me"

Artist: Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

Oh, I love this poem so much! I was this child. (I am this child.)

Has known God,
Not the God of names,
not the God of don’ts,
Not the God who ever does anything weird,

But the God who only knows four words
And keeps repeating them, saying:
“Come dance with Me.”




  1. Envious would describe me right now. Have never known this God--not even now. Maybe, that is what is wrong with this world--too many people like me who have never known a God who would say, "Come dance with Me."
    Carolyn L.

  2. That is very poignant, very sad, really.

    I'm wondering, Carolyn, was there ever a time (even briefly) when you were a child that you experienced delight in anything -- the companionship of an animal, going swimming in the summer, the brilliance of the stars at night, anything at all. You may not have known to connect the dots between that experience and God THEN but you can cultivate the ability to do that now. Really!


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