The dance divine

Bliss furrows burrow deep under our skin, fire of sun cooled by moon’s soothing nectar, whence soul’s light can no longer be boxed-in, surging forth piercing each body vector. The coo of love cajoles heart to conform, with the endearing rhythm of God’s heartbeat, felt as sublime healing mists, cool and warm; radiant rapture that does not deplete. The dance divine, a lifelong flirtation, as a humble recipient of grace, we’re poised thus in the void of cessation, held by Holy Spirit in warm embrace. In timeless time God Himself does appear ~ His form is all heart, a love and light sphere