Monday, February 05, 2007

Can we dance?

I stepped into the sanctuary where ceilings rose in majesty, each upward glance increasing in splendor, the golden filigree accentuating every curve, every graceful adornment. Tall narrow windows rose from marble floor to painted ceiling filling the room with the breathless intertwining of light and color.

I stood in the center of the sanctuary, inhaling the beauty surrounding me, and as the evening progressed, I dared to ask the question that had been on my mind all night.

Can we dance?

From somewhere music began to play. From across the room of from within my mind, I cannot tell. Yet I know he also heard it. Angelic refrains joined a rhythm of pure, holy passion. I moved in closer to the one I loved.

And we danced.

As he swept me around the room, he whispered promises in my ear. Promises that stretched the span of time. Promises that came true even before he had finished speaking them. He spoke the words—I love you. And they were not a careless sentiment. The words enveloped the very essence of truth and I knew it was so.

As he took me in his arms, I loved him. As he held me by the hand, I trusted him. As he led me round the room, I followed him. As we danced.

God, can we dance?


Rambling Rose said...

Several things came into my mind as I read this.

Wouldn't it be great if we could waltz with Jesus around the throne room of heaven to an angelic orchestra?

What would it be like to dance for God? What kind of dance would please Him?

What kind of dance did David dance before the Lord? (2 Sam. 6:14) Was it like something from Fiddler on the Roof or different?

kathryn said...

I love this picture.

I also like your Bierce quote. Fairly appropriate.