Elated Dance

I am elated. Dressed in fine linen and crimson jewels, I dance on your arm Father. I look into your eyes and focus on the man who is leading me. My body shakes. I quiver at the sensation of your glowing skin touching mine. I feel devotion. I feel peace. I feel passion.

The wind blows. My hair, tousled by the turbulence of the violent weather, softly lands on my lips. You speak, and my mouth parts. I hang on your words—the Master of the dance. We spin in circles as you whisper in my ear sweet promises. They smell and run smoothly from your lips like sweet honey.

I am dressed Prince of Peace in fine lace. It drapes across my fragile shoulders. Your crown shimmers in the light of the elegant chandelier. Spots of light jump from your skin to mine. We are twirling under the same light source. I look into your eyes, which cannot be defined by a restricted color. I see shades of compassion, harmony, and grace. Your significance, Royal Ruler, outweighs the gold crown that adorns your head.

A shiver shocks me. In a puff of smoke, my breath lingers in the brisk air. Your kindness has heated my body and made me whole. In the distance, I see a bright mirror. I see your reflection, but it cannot define your features because you shine, my Lord, so brightly. I am dancing with the Son. It is you that makes me beautiful. In your presence, I can barely recognize myself. You have clothed me in majesty.

Walking hand in hand, I gaze into the mirror in astonishment. My hair is now brassy and golden in appearance, and my eyes like oceans of turquoise. You turn my body, and I face you.

Lovely One, you say. You are my treasure, my prized possession. I have created you to walk in dignity and strength. You are a banner for all generations. My words flow from your lips like water from a basin. I have anointed your feet Dear One. Dance on in grace and truth. Tread barefoot on the sand surface of my blessings. Do not wash your feet. Continue on the path with my truth fixed to your flesh. You should never question my devotion for I will always love my beautiful creation. You please me daughter.

With winds now raging and rain pouring from the sky, you kiss my forehead. I am enraptured. I am captured by your love. You have overtaken my being. I am yours—mind, body, and soul. In the dance of life, I will never let go of your hand.

-Kimberly Willingham

Jer. 2:2

 Go and proclaim in the hearing of Jerusalem:

       I remember the devotion of your youth,

       how as a bride you loved me

       and followed me through the desert,

       through a land not sown.