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
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