FRAGMENTS OF FAITH by Salyna Gracie

It is easy to get lost on the soul’s journey...

The scope of our task is eclipsed by day-to-day distractions that become detours to doubt.

As each new day dawns, we are given the doorway to experiences that renew and revive faith: A quiet morning sitting at my kitchen table, steaming mug of tea in hand, watching the hummingbirds dance at my window helps me to remember my spirit.

These small gestures of blessing become the threads that weave faith whole again.

Fragments of Faith

Hope is a welcome guest at my table today

Though these seekers feet may have stalled

Mired in comforts or complacency

I can see the path forward

Eternal intelligences of this body

Its fragility and resilience

Weaving stories of joy and pain

The strength of scars and spirit

Behold the elegance of life

Wonders and artistry moving through

Beauty welling in a broken heart

The majesty and helplessness of loving

There are no secrets in the mirror of remembrance

You are the loom that holds my threads

You are the perfume carried on the breeze

The blessed rhythms of contentment and surrender

On these days when the longing is too great

I find solace in small things

Tiny fragments of faith

That feed my hungry soul

~Salyna Gracie 2011~

Collage artwork "turn over your hand" by the author

(Photo credit by Yuko Ishii)

Salyna Gracie is the director of Red Lotus Dance Company. She performs and teaches Middle Eastern Dance and facilitates the Red Lotus SEEDs program which mentors teen girls through dance at her studio in a small rural town in Washington state. Salyna’s dancing reflects a commitment to personal growth by internalizing rhythms and expressing emotion through the body – dancing from the heart. Poetry and visual art continue the conversation of dance with words and images that dance on the page. You may contact her through her website here.

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