Called into the dance

I am called into the dance, and in order to follow I must let go of all I’m holding.

I bring my gifts, but in order to dance the steps, to follow the beat, the love, the sound, the pulse I must be grounded, must breathe, must stand free.

I place my shopping bags, my piles of books, my eternal list of things to do at the door of your garden.

I step into space.

I sense the freedom waiting to unfold into unencumbered places where I will discover new beats, new moves, new people.

I dance my sadness, I dance my joy. I play my confusion, I tear away what’s stale.

I long for running water, I twirl until I fall

and I find you at the centre, turning all in all. (27 January 2013)

Dancing

Dancing in and out of you,
flowing with the rhythms of my life,
so that you are one in all.

And I know, know, know
deep within and without
that it's all about
You.

Desiring

And so I find myself lavished with gifts in the midst of it all.

Can it be?

That I will be filled with blessing, plenitude, dance even
as I shout, stream towards your grace unbounding?

Hear it.
Never again.
So
Dance.

I dare you!