Sacrifice
This is beautiful.
The beauty of ballet
is not found in the graceful plié
nor the elegance of a perfect glissade;
it is in the twisted, broken toes of the dancer;
the slipper full of blood.
The exquisiteness of life
is not in the gathering of fame and riches,
but rather, like the danseur lifting the ballerina,
it is found in the painful sacrifice of self
that lifts another heavenward
toward the dazzling stars.
The beauty of the butterfly
is not in the shimmering iridescence
of its painted wings in morning’s light
or the weightlessness of its flitting flight;
but in the awe-inspiring metamorphosis
from lowly caterpillar to winged god,
as it slowly struggles to survive beneath
the hungry beaks of a thousand birds.
Likewise, the magnificence of Man
is best reflected in the transformation
of the lonely individual
who, despite the darkness of the hour,
finds his wings and angelic cause
in…
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Great minds think alike– I reblogged it too and it is beautiful
Yes, I agree, our minds are great. I’m just being honest. ;)
love your honesty ;)
Well said!
Glad you like it, too. :)
Paints a great picture. Awesome!
It does. Just one avenue to this life’s beauty.
An uncomfortable ideal, but valid!
I do believe, though, that some beauty can be born out of, and with, sheer unadulterated joy.
Yes, absolutely! I do agree with that completely.
As lovely as this was, I miss your words.
Thanks, Addie. I miss me, too. Lol!
*sigh*
That was beautiful…I used to dance in the pointe shoes. Yes, the sacrifice, the bloody toes….oh!
Thanks, Amy. I liked it, too. That’s what my feet look like on any given day, so I can only imagine what a mess they’d be if I was a ballerina. LOL!!!
Really beautiful
Thanks, Ginger. I still don’t know how someone got that picture of my feet? Weird…?
Thank you for reposting my poem “Sacrifice” on your blog. That is quite an honor. ~Dennis (www.dlmchale.com)
It’s lovely. It really made me stop and think. The honor is mine. :)
Lisa
I was going to say I like this trend toward poetry on the weekend, but I’m just late to the party! Thought provoking at any time, thanks for posting. :)
The photo of the Ballerina’s damaged feet grabbed me. The idea that something so beautiful on the surface could be so tortured underneath is thought provoking. If there has been poetry on the weekend it’s just a coincidence, Vickie. I’ve barely been blogging, and I mean, BARELY. Mostly re-blogging. I’ve noticed I’m not alone. I think many in this community are out enjoying the glorious sunny weather– with the exception of my California crew. :) Sunny, schmunny, one day is no different from the rest! Of course, I’m right. ;)
Wow! This is wonderful. The pain behind the beauty is well hidden. No one knows exactly what that pain is until they’ve danced in their shoes (so to speak!):D