The Dance

There is a joy I know when we dance:

Something that knows the journey

Something that frames the moment

I remember loosely when I didn't care

Where me alone, just the music

It was worship, it was freedom

Now when I look at you and hold you

Its sacred, this dance

It has a way of both grounding and releasing our spirit

With each step

Awe, and inspiration

Nothing greater, now together

The dance