like sacred dancers,
moving to silent music
the dance of the breath of
God
invisible breezes
petals of the coneflowers
each like the arms of the
dancers
swaying in unison
in time to the rhythm
a dance of creation
in the bright morning sun
waiting to open
Edited March 25, 2013
“With Hands Raised – v2”
(after receiving request to include it in a book
by Richard Merrick Jones
July 4, 2009
“With Hands Raised”
this morning,
after weeks of rain
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