My Soul does Dance ~a poem by Linda Willows
My soul does dance in breaths that soar,
far beyond and through all sacred lore.
How do I feel as the heavens mist?
Dear God, t’s like the sweetest kiss.
My soul lifts more into Your arms
as dance I do with earth-born charms.
It matters not at all that I
Would motion all the sky to cry.
Not to weep for sadness due
But for joy of knowing You.
This my dance forever, until…
Be life, be joy, be freedom’s will.
©2012 Linda Willows
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Photograph by Niko Nedelkovski
