Some Might Call It Dancing
Some might call it dancing.
I call it stumbling closer to God, the unrehearsed falling forward into love as if the world was tipped.
Operatic in my cells, lunatic for life, I am taken to the place where dancing is infinitely less about movement than being moved -- for when the world is tipped and we, drunk to our eyes in love's ballet, are willing, there is nothing not dance, no one not dancer, no place not stage, no breath not a standing ovation before God.
Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at October 14, 2009 11:07 PM
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