Can her grace be denied? Like a dancer bending and supporting herself with her arms stretched upward she poses. Even her partner’s arms are extended drawing all attention and honor to her. Some may say they are broken and fallen.  Some may even mourn seeing only their prior rootedness and beauty. Some, in their hurried steps, may not even see. I could not help but ponder the branch extended out towards the path. It seemed as if she was reaching out to draw a passerby’s attention and whispering “Pause and see the dance. Look….”

Mirroring her partner’s arms, I extended my own and bowed to her elegance and grace. Rising, I stood in silence and used my eyes as mirrors so she could see her beauty and dance. As I turned to leave the whisper was soft and gentle, “As your eyes allow me to see, so may my own allow you also to see.”