Our dance with him never ends. We always take his hand. The music is never different. The same words, the same chants.
A flicker of faith and the dance floor begins to open. New music, familiar voices.
He never rushes, only teaches with our feet upon his shoes. Just like young children usually do. We don’t know the steps or what will happen at the end, but we hope we will continue to follow him.
When others want a chance to dance we get lost finding a chair, sitting, watching to see if it’s true. He is sadly left behind waiting for us to wander back.
He is never too far, always persistent.
We recite his words. Say our prayers. In an instant he is right there.
The loneliness, headache and failures begin to fade. He forgives and slows us to reach forgetting. Oh, how much he means it.
We love and learn and try to never look back.
How can this world be the way it is with a magnificent, beautiful greater being?
My feet are still planted upon his feet, I’m a child still learning from my shepherd’s speech. I follow his actions, try to make him proud and thank him for every breath I take.
His love is everlasting. He is all knowing.
Thank you for loving me. Although there are times I think you don’t. The challenges don’t make sense and what is lost never seems worth it.
My journey is my own. Keep teaching me how to dance! Don’t ever truly let me go.