A dance in me motions through seasons beyond,
long ago rhythms ago, that captured youths’ song.
It lifted my soul above and with might’
to follow the muse that beckoned through nights.
No matter what season or passing of time,
the dance was a muse that lifted life mine.
Soft callings on the wind did whisper to me,
bidding my I follow of a love symphony.
Ages and years did not lessen the call.
My heart only learned each new dance and bend’s risk,
for deeper and longer did motion become-
and the stretch of all steps would command full succumb.
Elation and sorrow entwined through lives’ dance.
What ached in deep stretch and loosened in bend,
slowly molded new form, a new life on the mend.
Years, oh decades could never replace
the wonder of new life with God’s hand in Grace.
What dances is freed to roam heaven and earth…
to listen to the Wind and its music of mirth.
Oh Glory, the road that is given to us
when taken, we share in all heavens’ gladness.
Not without price is this motion revealed
To open the sacred, we learn love, we yield,
A sweet call of asking with truth in our call
is met with the mercy of Loves touching enthrall.
Of my dance, of yours, of our lives given round-
Let all seasons bring motion that we can join sound;
the whispers of the wind from this treasure of Love,
Sounded, rebounded, and founded above.
© 2015 Linda Willows