Compromise or Conscience?

Submitted by Lucy Anne on Fri, 07/12/2013 - 14:48

A partly fictional re-telling of my ballet experience. This is "A Developing Passion" taken to the next level. Please critique and comment! God bless you. Megan


The curtain wings enveloped her, smothering her guilt. “The Lord's Day is a day of rest to glorify God,” the pastor's words in the morning sermon echoed in Ernesha's mind. Of all the days someone could preach about the keeping the Sabbath holy! If Jesus came back right now…Ernesha gulped.


Submitted by Lucy Anne on Mon, 09/17/2012 - 23:43

I shall never forget how much
You meant to me.

My song; my dream; my joy;
That was you.

I loved you for seven years
Seven short, beautiful years.

But it was the eighth
When I could say—

Farewell! Farewell.

You were my dream that crumbled
Like the ancient castles, like a tumbled teacup.

Immediately you crumbled when I made my choice.
I feel deserted as if You were my mother who left me

As I watch you twirl before
Me I can only whisper—

Farewell! Farewell.

To Dance Again.

Submitted by Kyleigh on Wed, 09/19/2007 - 17:36

This is a true story. It didn't quite happen this way, well, when we moved I tried to do ballet here before fencing, but it just didn't work, the dance schools here are... *shudders* I don't want to think about them. That's when I did fencing and then just today I started Irish Dance. It's good to be back, to be flying again. :P
Sometimes I don't tell people because I think then they'll think this is the reason I quite ballet. But it's not, I love ballet and I know you can do beautiful dances with softshoe.