Every child has known God,
~Hafiz
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.”
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
©️ 2023 Mother Wintermoon
Mother Wintermoon 