To Dance – A Poem

My friend, is this a dance?

I can feel my soul moving-

to a rhythm I’ve never felt before,

I’m so thankful for your hands,

Not just to hold // them in mine

No // more to watch them st-re-tch

To catch // a spark of light,

Like an old mason jar –

full of fearless stars & fireflies,

To awaken from slumber-

those too cold, too boldly blind-

to His light // His eyes.

Your words taste like wise leather,

As they weather a tempest-

I now know as my pride-

(We know I try my best!) yet-

This melody sounds

a lot like forgiveness,

As we bend backwards

to step forward-

Toward new memories that

glitter like the morning dew-

Darling, life is but a dance,

This I can see: The truth,

No walls now // no guard-

yet still fumbling with these moves-

And while I pray for His will-

I still // hope my dance card…

will end with you.

About Gretchen McIntire (formerly Leary)

I am 34 years old, I live in the Raleigh area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.
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