Would that I had danced for you,
become muse in the spirit of His grace and its hues.
Dance fallen before and after music sang through,
as the heavens crossed into earth’s joyful debut.
Arms fall up and limbs softy lift,
caressed by an other that floats wrapped in Gods drift.
Who can be partnered with such holy Gift,
Oh, I danced, the music rushed and my soul was kissed.
In my bones and flesh are formed God’s design.
The motion that came to bless could not have been mine.
Surely His pleasure part of a mystery divine;
that such Joy and Love be ours to entwine
as He motions each to His Sacred Shrine.
Would that I yet had time to dance,
or ever may; could there still be a chance…?
You would see my soul and the rapture of love
for God lifted me through, filled and wrapped from Above.
©2016 Linda Willows
Please enjoy the collection of Beautiful Dance Photographs included