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DREAM DANCER by Jenneth Graser

I wrote this poem a day or two after my first Poem-a-Thon came to an end, with Tiferet Journal this year...

The experience of being part of writing a poem a day for a month, responding to the sensitive calling forth of prompts each day and writing alongside other amazing people was a very spiritual journey of discovery for me.  I felt like I had spent every day birthing something and at the tail end of the Poem-a-Thon, I felt at a loss and wondered how to move forward. Then I wrote this poem.  

I am entering a new phase of my life as a woman, just turned 40.  New experiences await and at the same time I am being invited into the experience of "now" like never before. I feel like God is showing me something of freedom - in a sense of freedom to be who I am. Freedom to be who I am with who God is. And that for me is very important at the moment, as I am letting go of what has been, to learn to "be" with what is. 

Dream Dancer
by Jenneth Graser

She has taken off the clothes
of borrowed dreams
and stepped into the wardrobe
of colour, texture, drop and line.

Gingerly, she reaches out
for gloves of new purpose
and dares to linger over
jewels, plentiful.

It is time to slip into
delicate intention,
to feel the fabric
fold onto her body warm.

She walks into a night
so close, heaven can be reached
by taking one deep breath.
Her eyes struggle to take
in beauty so extravagant.

She feels the rise
and fall of her garments
and begins to take the first
steps of dreamers dancing
under quilted nights of sequined stars.

She contemplates firework astronomy;
and makes for the road
of those who find their way.

She does not need to ask permission.


Jenneth Graser lives in Cape Town, South Africa.  She is married to Karl and they have 3 girls who are being homeschooled. Jenneth has a degree in Library and Information Studies. She is passionate about healing, travel, poetry, writing, books and music. Karl and Jenneth facilitate a contemplative group, Free Flow.  She has written a devotional, 'Catching the Light'. Connect with her on her website, here.  





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  1. Beautiful Jenneth. A woman only comes into her own at this age, when she has the courage to step out:)

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