The Art of Healing-Let God Lead in the Dance of Life

One of the incredible blessings of living with post polio syndrome is the gift of poetry that blossomed in my soul. Poetry gives me the opportunity to reflect and gain perspective. I wrote this poem as I reflected on how perfect nature is. It reminds me of how important it is for me to let God lead in this beautiful dance of life. If only we could allow ourselves to flow with nature rather than try to push, speed things up, wonder when things are going to appear in our lives, why haven’t we gotten that email reply, send another text message or voice mail – I haven’t heard back – we’d breathe so much more freely and live a much more peaceful life. I take time to be still and to breathe with God. I release the pressure I put on myself and I move to God’s music. I honor and love myself as one of God’s children. I take a spiritual inventory and write down all the wonderful gifts I bring to others; I write down all the blessings in my life for which I am so grateful and give thanks for the people who have blessed my life.

I give myself room to dance, to create, to bask in the sunshine, to feel the rain and to know that God’s Love is at the center of it all. I trust that when the wind is blowing hard, my roots are secure. God’s Love is ever present even when I feel so alone and vulnerable. As God and I dance together to the music of life, I am free to grow and blossom. Just as I cannot speed up the growth of the flowers in my garden, I know that everything is unfolding in my life exactly as it should. I am patient, trusting and incredibly grateful for all that was, all that is and all that is yet to be. I turn my face to God’s sunshine and experience the glory of this moment!

The Ballet
Everything contained within the seed it needs to know
How long to stay in soil’s dark and then which way to grow.

Unfolding beauty slow with grace a rhythm without time
Breaking ground without a sound performing life in mime.

Waking to the morning sun to gently stretch and rise
In all its morning glory – a feast before my eyes.

And when life’s dance is over, with a silent gentle sigh
The petals fold and wither as the flower bids goodbye.

Mary McManus is the author of “New World Greetings:Inspirational Poetry and Musings for a New World”. She generously donates 20% of the proceeds of book sales to Spaulding Rehab’s Polio Fund. You can contact Mary through her website at www.newworldgreetings.com