Would that I had danced for you,
become muse in the spirit of grace and its hue.
Danced before and after the music sang through,
as heaven crossed into the earth in a joyful debut.
Arms fall up and limbs would lift,
caressed by some other, wrapped in Gods drift.
partnered, wooed by a sweet holy gift,
oh, I danced, music swept; my soul -it was kissed.
My bones and flesh, they are God’s design.
Motion all blessed; it was not mine.
Surely all joy in a mystery divine.
mine to unfold, His Love to entwine.
Would that I still had time to dance,
or ever might, could there still be a chance?
You would see my soul lift and the rapture of love,
a dancer’s heart filled; all wrapped from Above.
©2016 Linda Willows
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