Dance with Me

Come dance with me the dance of life

that lasts beyond all time.

And let me gaze into you eyes

that envelop me in thine.

And brush my cheek with fingertips

that’s built a house so firm,

And hold my waist with solid hand

as we whirl and whirl and whirl--

Under a starlit sky,

beside a placid sea.

And though the moon should drown itself,

and the mountains crumble underneath,

I’ll smile at you and we should dance,

The Creator, you, and me—

                                      Deb Borkert

Angie's Song

Shall I meet Thee in the morning—

At Autumn’s sun’s first kiss?

While the dew is on the vineyard,

With dawn’s warmth upon my breast—

Shall I meet Thee at the noonday—

While Winter frosts the fields?

Though Boreas’s voice surrounds me,

I shall hear the newborn child—

Or, should I meet Thee in the spring time—

When birds echo th’ close of day?

When rains bring forth new foliage

And my gaze lifts far away—

Morning, noon, or evening—

I shall meet Thee nonetheless—

Brighter, sharper, love doth shimmer,

We shall meet in warm caress.

                                        Deb Borkert ‘08

“Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you.

I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands.”

Psalm 63:3&4

Cinderella after Midnight

Cinderella after midnight

All alone upon the curb.

Where’s your carriage?

Where’s your horses?

Pumpkin, rats is all you have.

Cinderella after midnight,

What’s a princess s’posed to do?

In the castle good Prince Charming

Thought the night was so superb.

Where’s your lady?

Why at midnight?

All that’s left is one glass shoe.

Cinderella and Prince Charming

Feel like they are worlds apart.

But the darkness hides the knowledge

Of how close they really are.

Cinderella after midnight

Lift your eyes toward rosy Dawn,

Where the light reveals Prince Charming

Waking troops to search for you.                       

                                    Deb Borkert ‘09

Stars in a dark sky
Shining out bright,
Singing the True Song,
Illuminating the night—

Though the darkness be dense,
They stand in their place,
Praising the Almighty,
Creator of space.

And I saw in the Night sky
My celestial crown:
The lives of my students
In which faith does abound.

When my light has vanished
And my work is done,
The Flame in my students
Must carry it on.

Oh, do they know how
They’re the givers of Light,
Who’ll scatter the Flames
That’ll illumine the Night?
Deb Borkert

Lift Me into Your Sailboat

Lift me into Your sailboat
Over the shining sea
To a land we call most holy
Of glorious majesty.

And let me feel the freshness
As the breeze combs through my hair
And kisses my cheeks with radiance
—a bride adorned so fair.

Open my eyes to the richness
As the sun glistens from the crest;
In the distance a whisper of angels—
Their voices I cannot resist.

And if the night comes upon me,
Then guide me with a star:
The light from Your Word illumines
The love— ‘til now, felt from afar.

Oh—
Do lift me into Your sailboat
Over the shining sea,
And in Your strength and glory
May Your Love envelop me.
Deb Borkert ‘96

God
The Omnipotent
the Singer of the True Song
the Source of the Real Light,
Rose from His throne on the circle of the universe
And stepped down into time and space.

He had come for His stars
Which had been held by the keeper,
Who had sung the song of Light into them.
And when the Great Ruler had taken up His Stars,
He lifted high His Almighty Arm and
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the stars into a dark and lonely world--
Where each star took up his song,
Illuminating the darkness about him.

Then, the keeper gazed into the darkness,
Watching the King’s stars gleaming as
Jewels in a celestial crown.

Deb Borkert

weary soldier

Weary, weary soldier
the sand blasts in his face.
Weary, weary soldier
why is he in this place?

Gazing out o’er desert sands:
the endless silent plains--
The barren realm envelops him
his tired spirit wanes.

Weary, weary soldier
you cannot see it all.
Weary, weary soldier
marching to a higher call.

This open land is filled with troops
that earthly eyes don’t see--
And when the battle rages
they’ll make a way for thee.

Weary, weary soldier
take heart within your soul.
Weary, weary soldier
the master’s in control.

Deb Borkert ‘90