He Danced

Poignant, graceful – sweeping The floor, the soul, with silhouettes Breathing hope through silence, Erasing all the melancholic tones Gray and musty, whispering As he steps from thought to thought, Vibrating with rhythmic feeling – Powerful legs, bending and swirling, Darting across the memory, hesitating Healing even the eventual pains, The lasting ache of grief, restoring Even the doubts to a faith, a feeling Blessing and stirring to life all the endless Inspirations, reveling in the twirl, The rhythm of a sensation, curling Feet, blazing passions, penetrating and Creating moments of victory, winding Their way through nights meant for those Who know the dance, in shadowy blue Quiet the darkness and brighten the azure Into a cerulean joy, adoring violet hues Elaborate with moves that break through Light, sound, serene and uplifting, Still, cool dreams abiding on the limbs Impressive sighs, standing through the highs Swaying, wiggling, cavorting across The edges of paradise – in a forbidden Dance, dreaming of the reasons This is the timeless piece of wisdom, Rich praise, saluting the laughter of a wife Who will never understand his desire, The fever that burns away the worst ire, Urging his limbs to humble themselves Delighting in the One who fashioned him From dust, he rises – praising, dancing, alive 2 Samuel 6:14 (KJV) And David danced before the Lord with all his might; and David was girded with a linen ephod.