“May I have this dance?” you ask, holding out a hand that shaped the moon and set the stars in place.
“I’d be honoured,” I reply, offering my grubby digits a little timidly.
You bow gracefully. I curtsy self-consciously.
As you weave your fingers through mine and pull me close, your arm wrapping snugly around my waist, I whisper solemnly, “I’ve got two left feet; just so you know.”
“Then stand on mine,” you offer without hesitation.
Feeling a little foolish but completely disinclined to prove myself an utter fool, I do.
Your footing firm, with me secure, you start to step, to dance, to swirl
To swirl and twirl across the floor
Until the bounds of room – no more;
the proper crowd left out of sight
for rapturous breadth of starry night;
the scent of earth upon the air,
the chirp of crickets, everywhere …
Beyond the cobbled paving stones,
Into the forest overgrown,
Where beneath the scent of oak and pine
I twirl still with my Love Divine.
As I close my eyes,
take a deep breath,
and rest my head
upon your chest,
your twirling footsteps start to slow:
there’s nowhere that we need to go.
So here we stand and step and sway;
May it ever be this way!
* Artwork by Kendra Halterman
simply seeking the Son
that Love may rise graciously to life -
both in me and through me.