God's Child and Poet: I danced with God

I danced with God

I danced alone

The music and steps my own,

The moves were unimaginative and almost stunted,

The steps were monotonous, lacking inspiration.

Mostly I was side-tracked

My feet stumbling, clumsy.

My dance was half-hearted,

I often dragged my feet.

It was a chore

Neither a passion nor joy.

For a while I avoided dancing;

The desire to do so had died!

I met with God,

I felt like dancing

A desire I could not push aside.

He took my hand .....

The moves were breathtaking;

I was bursting with desire

To follow in the Master’s footsteps.

I had no need to choreograph this dance

I just followed the lead,

Leaping and soaring

Above my previous boundaries.

Lightness was in every step;

I never want this dance to end.

The music fills my soul

From light and gentle

To furiously funky,

But I need not fret

in God’s control-

He leads me daily

To what will be

The greatest dance yet.

Heather Botha