A dance in me motions through seasons beyond,
in long ago rhythms, that captured youths’ song.
It lifted my soul above and with might,
to follow the light that beckoned through night.
No matter what season or passing of time,
the dance was a muse that lifted life mine.
Soft callings on winds did whisper to me,
bidding my follow of a love symphony.
Ages and years did not lessen the call.
My heart learned to bend in devoted enthrall.
As deep, wide, and gentle this lift brought my soul,
the motion imbued from a note freed me whole.
Elation and sorrow loosened in the bend.
What ached in such windings were found in loves mend.
Years, oh decades could never replace,
the wonders of new life with God’s hand in Grace.
What dances is freed to roam heaven and earth,
to lift with the Wind and its music of mirth.
Oh, glory, the road that is glimpsed in such flight,
when taken, is shared with all of heaven’s delight.
Not without price is this motion revealed
To open the sacred, we bid Love, we yield.
Sweet listen, a lift for truths beauteous call-
this is what dances, it is Love’s enthrall.
Of my dance, of yours, of our lives given round-
Let all seasons bring motions that we can know joys abound.
the whispers of winds from the heaven above,
move through us, resound us, in the motions of Love.
© 2016 Linda Willows, original 2015
