Come Dance

Every child has known God,
Not the God of names,
Not the God of don’ts,
Not the God who ever does
Anything weird,
But the God who knows only 4 words.
And keeps repeating them, saying:
“Come Dance with Me, come dance.”

~Hafiz

I was, I am, I will be 
Your voice 
Your eyes 
Your hands 
Your feet 
Your ears 
Your roots 
Under the mighty oak tree 
In the depths of the dappled sunlight 
In the call of the nightingale 
In the rush of the wind 
In the beating of my heart 
I feel Your presence 
Wash over me in waves 
As I edge closer to Your shore
Barefoot and vulnerable 
Come 
       Dance with Me 
                      Come Dance

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