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.
Gretchen Leary (McIntire) 