This Dance Of Mine

It happened as I awaited Him,
In His most precious gift of all.
The choir was singing a soft hymn,
And because of where I was in the church,
It would be awhile
Before it came time to stand, walk, and cup my hands
To receive His most Precious Body, Blood,
Soul and Divinity.
I bowed my head in prayer, yearning for Him.
Yearning for our Communion,
When He would possess me body and soul.
And in my mind's eye I saw Him approach me.

With outstretched arms He called to me,
And slowly I took His hand.
I felt Him pull me towards Him,
And I gasped in surprise.
For He spun me around quickly,
Then pulled me to Him again,
Playfully, lovingly,
And we began to dance!

Upon seeing my reaction,
He threw His head back,
And laughed!
With such delight!
And we danced! And we danced!
This dance was mine.

We twirled and whirled to the music,
And the scope of my mind's eye widened,
I realized we were dancing
In a glorious ballroom
On a floor of gold
That glittered beneath our feet,
A perfect dancefloor for this dance of mine.

And who were the musicians,
Who played this lovely tune?
To my amazement I saw,
An orchestra of Angels,
As we danced and danced,
This dance that was mine.

We spun round and round and,
In the whirlwind of my vision I saw,
That it was the Communion of Saints
Who had become the choir,
Singing this beautiful, waltzing hymn.
The joy on their faces shining bright
For they all knew this happiness so well!
They had danced this dance at one time.
But today, for now, this dance was mine.

Such joy I should have felt,
For He smiled so happily,
As He looked into my eyes,
With the purest, deepest Love.
He truly loved to dance with me,
This dance that was mine.

But suddenly I became aware,
Of who I really am,
Of my image reflected in mirrors,
And I wondered aloud:
"Who am I, Lord, that You can love me so?
For what you see in me, I cannot.
Let me see myself through Your eyes, my Lord,
So I can enjoy this dance that is mine."

He smiled and nodded, and I saw myself,
As He truly sees us all,
Oh, what beautiful creatures we are!
For our Lord does not see
Age nor bodies nor female nor male.
But our souls shining gloriously,
A reflection of Him.
And now -- realizing my beauty --
It was my turn
To toss my head back and laugh,
And truly enjoy this dance that is mine.

Guiding me down the long golden floor,
Until we reached the farthest end.
There He stopped and I looked up to see,
The Queen Mother at her throne.
She'd been watching all along,
This dance that was mine.

She stood, this beautiful lady,
And walked towards her Son and I.
And gently, ever so gently,
Placed her hand upon my cheek,
Then smiling at her Son,
And looking me in the eye,
She took my hand and placed it in His,
And said, "Dance with your bride, dear Son of mine."

Off we went, my Bridegroom and I,
Dancing and twirling beyond the room,
Out to the terrace, out to a garden,
Of breathtaking beauty,
Surely He chose Heaven for this dance of mine!

"I would lead you, bring you in to the home of my mother." Song of Songs 8:2

Yes, for now this dance is mine,
But I pray that when this dance is done,
I will be among that Heavenly choir,
When it's your turn to dance this dance.
And I will sing with so much joy,
As He dances with you, His bride.
But for now, for today,
I will gladly dance,
This dance that is meant to be mine.

(C) 2000: CTherese

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"Now, as she long aspired,
Into the garden comes the bride, a guest:
And in its shade retired
Has leant her neck to rest
Against the gentle heart of the Desired."
~~Spiritual Canticle of St John Of The Cross~~

"How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride,
how much more delightful is your love than wine.
~~Song of Songs 4:10~~

"You are an enclosed garden, my sister, my bride,
an enclosed garden, a fountain sealed...
...Arise, north wind! Come, South Wind!
blow upon my garden
that its perfumes may spread abroad.
Let my lover come to his garden
and eat its choice fruits."
~~Song of Songs 4:12; 4:16~~

"I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride;
Eat, friends; drink! Drink freely of love!
~~Song of Songs 5:1~~

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