Dedicated: in memory of my mother, Hettie Ruby Raynor
On a tiny shelf sat the most beautiful ballerina. She had every hair swept up high and in place. She had a flawless complexion and the perfect ballerina pose. She was high on her toes, and the dance floor was hers to command. Her costume gave a light and airy appearance with rose buds scattered here and there. Her dream was to dance before her King. She trained and trained and became better and better at the art of ballet. Her legs became strong and movement was easy because her heart was in the dance.
Somehow with the passing years, her dreams did not become a reality. She
was placed upon a shelf to be admired by the guest. Sometimes her owners
would forget all about her and dust took its toll on the ballerina. The
dust became so hard and caked on, that the ballerina’s beauty no longer
showed through. “Why has this happened to me?” thought the ballerina.
One time she actually fell causing a huge crack to appear on her head. Oh
her beauty was not as it use to be at all. The owner after this put the
ballerina in a small little purse and tucked her away in a drawer. “Oh my
dream is of no use. Dance before the King, forget it, I will just turn to
dust!” she wailed.
One day a fine painter came upon the ballerina. She carefully opened the
little bag with the ballerina in it. When she tilted the bag, out came dirt
and the ballerina with the cracked head. The dress had turned to dust. The
great painter with compassion looked over every detail of the ballerina.
She could see that the ballerina had been very beautiful. She immediately
set out the task of cleaning and fixing up the ballerina.
The great painter fixed the ballerina’s head and repainted it. She painted
joy on her face. She gave her a new costume trimmed with hearts. She set
the ballerina upon her feet. She painted new slippers for the fine dancer.
“Oh,” the ballerina, thought I do indeed look like a wonderful ballerina
fit to dance before the King.”
Before she knew it, she was swept up and away and put in a box lined in gold tissue paper. Oh her heart sunk. Put away again with her goal of
dancing before the King again gone.
She was taken somewhere and then suddenly someone was opening the box. Suddenly someone pulled her out of the tissue paper. Who was it? Who could it be? Did she dare look up?
As she looked up she discovered that she was in the hands of the King of
Kings. From the enormous halls flowed music. The King of Kings set the
ballerina upon her feet, and she danced the most beautiful dance of any
ballerina. Her dream, her goal for life had been met. Upon completion of
the dance, the ballerina bowed before the King. The King clapped saying,
“Well done my ballerina.”
by Rena K. Oynes © December, 1999