By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Beautiful women, hands linked together forming a chain, encircling,
Dancing around me.
Two women dividing, hands outstretched, inviting me into the circle.
And I know right then, that I'm not alone,
I dance with them,
And I've found my home ...
Among them.
Crisis intertwining and breeding a comfort in the circle.
Lives interlinked by raw beautiful truths,
The rhythm of pain in the dance.
Felt in the deep and the touch of the hands.
No fear of reprisal or being let go;
Honesty, truth,
In a powerful hold.
Such a mystery.
Intermingling, refining, the broken and beautiful;
Watching them dance as one.
Choreography written by Christ.
Contours of courage and character,
The movement of "in sync" souls;
Confession .. the intimate link.
The circle extends to the honest and real;
And the dance is a dance that will help you to heal.
Come inside.
Take ahold ... of my hand.
"He hath made everything beautiful in His time; also, He hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end."
Ecclesiastes 3:11