The Dance

ONE-two-three, ONE-two-three...

Move my hand, Shift my hips

Turn my head, Pull my knee...

Sometimes it feels like playing Simon-Says

Sometimes it feels like I'm giving commands

Sometimes it feels like a video game

And sometimes it feels like I'm leading a dance.

Five, SIX, seven, EIGHT...

Arms up, Hair brushed

Feet flat, Bed made...

It's a rhythm I dance to every day

A dance with lead moves that I know by heart

But since I can't move, I have to submit

While others more able master their part

And-a ONE, And-a TWO...

Seatbelt on,, Elbows in

Straighten toes in my shoe...

I need to be patient as others learn

And slow myself down to the leader's pace

Instruct, correct, explain, and then repeat

If not graceful, at least be full of grace. 

- "The Dance," by C.L. Chandler

It's been a while since I've written a poem! But this is an idea that has been floating around in my mind for a while, and I thought it best to put it in rhyme and rhythm. This poem gives you a glimpse into my own mind and heart, as I receive personal care. It is a very humbling thing to allow others to do personal and simple tasks that I wish I could do for myself. It is a very challenging thing to find and use articulate words to explain how others should do these tasks properly and to my preference. And it can be a wearying thing to use these words and accept this help over and over again for many years. I am so very grateful for every wonderful person who gives their kind and loving care to me, whether they are lifting my coffee cup or washing my hair. And I am so grateful that I have Lord who is patient with and gracious to me, and who fills me with his power to extend those gifts and that love to others.