I’m pretty physically whooped. So I am putting my dance card together and offering the virgins a placating little ditty from a former time in terms of the dance. By doing so I am citing SBOR/BOSR rule 3.459 subsection U, and submitting this poem from a RLF, entitled with my actual name (withheld), that was written for me. I am so grateful to have friends that love and think of me this way.
You came to us like summer rain
with your uninhibited spirit
drumming music on our roof.
Queen of the Upper Realm
quenching an unconscious thirst.
Like children, we cascaded
out into singing streets
in bare feet and bathing suits,
to run in your warm downpour.
Anger, laughter, tears,
you are always passionate,
not afraid of extremes,
some days lightning, some
days the vibrant colors of light.
That’s my ten… it’s worth a million to me. Ivy
and here’s the dance: