The Holy One has need of nothing,
Not even me.
(No great surprise to anyone but me.)
Yet . . . the Holy One desires my love.
It isn’t needed.
It adds nothing to that Holy fullness.
Yet, She yearns for my gift of love.
And when I give it,
And sometimes I do,
I am more.
This dance always seems so unfamiliar
until the very end,
when I know
that I have danced it always.