Sunday, October 11, 2015

Worship with Tambourines and Dance!

The worship dance written about in this poem took place several years ago at Beth Israel Worship Center, when it was located in Garfield, NJ. The late Frank Schiavo was a member of the congregation who was afflicted with cerebral palsy and was confined to a wheelchair. Frankie spent hours each day in intercessory prayer.

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In memory of Frank Schiavo, Jr.

In a circle
in the corner
of the sanctuary
the dancers
lifted arms and faces,
bowed reverently, rose,
offering gifts 
of praise to God.
Tintinnabulating timbrels
and tambourines,
their satin ribbons streaming,
swirled with shirts and skirts,
a kaleidoscopic rainbow.
Ineffable ecstasy
shone in countenances,
sparkled in dark, dancing eyes.

Parked at a row end
in the congregation,
Frankie sat
strapped securely
in his wheelchair,
his spirit whirling
in the dance.
Joy softened his face
into enthralled expressions
as praise
flowed fluently
from upturned lips.

perceiving the desire
written in his radiance,
a young man whisked
his wheelchair
into the dance.
Circling, circling,
spinning, spinning,
wheeling worshipfully,
spiritually spiraling
upward, Heavenward,
an Elijah in a chariot
driven by horses,
their manes ablaze,
Frankie danced
his holy dance
before the Ever-Living God.

Maude Carolan

The above poem was originally published in "Sensations" magazine. Frankie was so pleased that this poem was published. He had a framed copy of the poem hanging over his bed until the Lord called him home.

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