Divine Dancing
Dance with the Divine.
The rhymes come all the time.
Flooding my mind.
Up the ladder I climb.
Seeing the signs.
What’s mine is mine.
& that’s fine.
Hold onto the line.
See what you find.
Might be Divine.
There the whole time.
Blocked by your mind.
Out of the well you climb.
Couldn’t miss the signs.
Sharing what’s mine.
& that’s fine.
It’s all in line.
Didn’t know what I’d find.
It was Divine.
Not when I want but at the right time.
Blessing my mind.
No race– it’s a climb.
There’s always signs.
United. Yours and mine.
& that’s fine.
We’ll walk the line.
In Faith and Grace we find.
A Sacred Dance with the Divine.
~Orris~
11.2023.04
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