dance on water

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I stand
here
back to sea
hands clutching
black fabric tight
wind ripping
from my grip
and shoving salt
in my mouth

He stands
there
face to me
white robe waving
beaming with life
hands open wide

He takes my hand
spins me
out
His eyes,
reckless,
smile, delight,
hand on hand
on hand

the waves crash
white foam pounding
behind
in front
as we spin
and twirl
and step to the heart
beat of life

“come onto the water”

I stammer,
ribs clenching lungs,
my worth is void,
black as this dress,
but as each wave
laps
at the folds
black fads
to snow

the shore is far
away but I,
I can feel
only His eyes
on mine
hand in hand
spin in
breathe out

About the author

Thaine Norris

As a follower of Jesus, I am a collector and publisher of faith testimonies to the glory of God.

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