My dear one,
Thinking about dancing is not dancing.
Those perfect spins and turns in your head
Do not even stir the dust at your feet.
It is the faltering steps, themselves,
That bring the dance to life.
It is in dancing that you learn to dance.
But I know I’ll get it wrong,
And step on your toes,
And bump into others.
Then … you keep dancing.
It is not the choreography
That delights the soul.
It’s the soul’s delight in moving together
That fills our steps with life.
I can redeem every bump and bruise
But I do need to start with something.
Until you begin to move, I dance alone.
Remember – I came teach you to dance,
To come to joy within my arms.
So, won’t you let your feet dance with me?
Let my movement take the lead.
Let me direct your feet, your heart.
Your head can follow, later.
We will already be laughing together
By the time it comes around.