There is no grace to worry,
setting it back of mind
until a solution is found,
But a worry has fine threads
wrapped ‘round it
~ how do I know?
When the trouble spot,
like a stone in my shoe
has been fixed,
the threads break in relief,
the pesky stone is tossed away
That’s where grace is felt.
“What’s the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile.”
~ George Henry Powell, songwriter
(1880 ~ 1951)
Music takes my mind away
while my heart slows,
my legs feel the dance.
I am Ginger Rogers
in a gown of
gauze and sequins
on a moonlit patio
Gene Kelly leading me into a waltz.
Breathing deeply, I open my eyes.
My body still sways to the grace of dance.
“After all, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did.
She just did it backwards and in high heels.”
~ Ann Richards, retired politician, author
Author’s note: Ginger Rogers danced with both Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire
To find the words
to sense the rhythm of life
is to slip away
from habits of a lifetime,
to sway to new melodies
in the moments
of each passing year
to sense the grace of our age.
“Sometimes when I am writing,
I am aware of a rhythm, a dance, a fury,
which is as yet empty of words.”
~ Stephen Spender, poet
(1919 ~ 1995)
