We Rejoice

Mark Berenson

13 November 1996, Lori's 27th birthday


Lori -- my beautiful daughter.
I sing and dance with you in my dreams.

Your spirit flows with the music.
Your heart beats with the drum.
Your soul shines in the dark
as a beam of light on the tail of a comet
that sweeps the Heavens over the span of centuries.
Your sweet voice pierces the stillness of my memory.

And, in my mind's eye, we rejoice.

I am soothed by your voice
and your songs of love.
I am warmed by your soul's fire
and your words of wisdom.
My Jeanne D'Arc of the spirits
dancing for liberty and justice
to the drum that followed Jesus
carrying His cross
with courage and conviction.

Lori -- my beautiful daughter.
I sing and dance with you in my dreams.

I hear your music clearly.
It has the sound of peace and freedom.
It has the rhythms of hope and joy.
it has the beat of love and compassion.
The chorus is sung by Angels
smiling down on All of God's children.

And, in my mind's eye, we rejoice.