Hearing the voice ahead,
we dance among the trees,
we dance among the trees,
moving forward, hearing
the voice ahead, dancing
on the leaves, touching
hands, hearing
the voice ahead,
always ahead, carried
on the wind, carrying
the wind, being
the wind.
This poem was composed in the Great Hall at Laity Lodge in the Hill Country of Texas, after hearing Marlon Hall speak. I was there for a Leadership Initiatives retreat hosted by the Foundations for Laity Renewal.
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Photograph taken from the balcony of Laity Lodge, looking across the Frio River to the hill beyond. This is the view when you’re seated in the Great Hall for a worship service.
I wondered as I read if you were in Texas writing this, Sound echoing off canyon walls.
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this. The repetition is so effective - and so evocative of attending a Leadership Conference. The best speakers never say anything important once; they repeat it to make sure you've got the point. I loved:
ReplyDelete"carried
on the wind, carrying
the wind, being
the wind."
The development of the idea leads to a really strong close.
WOW- this makes me stop and move forward at the same time
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nice...i like all the movement in this....i am glad of the voice ahead always pulling us forward...and i am def one that like the dancing as well...and touching all the nature elements you include too...smiles...
ReplyDeleteI specially like the repetition of the lines, the voice ahead, always ahead ~
ReplyDeleteAlways very reassuring to have a voice to follow...
ReplyDeletereally nicely done. I just love your use of repetition here, very effective. Thanks, definitely enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous, Glynn.
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