You stood and took my hand
and led me to the aisle between folding chairs.
We danced to a calliope with a funky bass
I had thought my dancing days were done.
I laughed when we danced again
as Superman and the Big Bad Wolf.
Rock n roll, spin and sway
Moved by the mischief in your deep blue eyes.
“God is not part of the dance,
God is the Dance,” someone said.
Life and light and love, intimacy and belonging.
You took my hand and led me back into the Dance.