Praise the Mount
I have stayed quiet before.
I have held my tongue
while passing mountains.
I have slipped my hands deep into pockets,
despite the music that invites me to dance.
I have glimpsed a new moon and a new love
and have acted as if it was something other than
a complete, God-given miracle.
But not today.
Not today.
Today I will dance.
Today I will tap my toes all the way to heaven’s gates.
Today I will point out every shade of gold
and periwinkle that we pass.
Today I will talk about my faith like we talk about the
weather—
early and unprompted, comfortable and unashamed.
Today I will tell you that God did such a good job
with freckles, willow trees,
and your entire being.
And I will not be embarrassed by my own conviction.
I will not swallow my praise.
I have stayed quiet before,
but not today.
Today I will sing.
Poem by Rev. Sarah Speed
Reprinted with permission from A Sanctified Art
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