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 follow of a love, of a grand symphony.
Ages and years did not lessen the call.
My heart only learned each new dance, each new fall.
When deep and long life’s motion becomes,
the stretch of all steps commanded succumb.
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