Dance

As a little girl I was not allowed to dance.

My mother and the church said it was a sin.

I often wondered about that for my heart wanted to dance.

Secretly I would twirl in the forest when no one was around

and dream of tutu's fluttering in the air.

So when I often say to dance

sometimes it is just a twirl of the heart.

Sometimes dance is a smile and a toe that wiggles.

Sometimes dance is the laughter of two friends sharing a story

and

Sometimes it is a full out dance to the music.

Movement to the music and the hearts song feels oh so good.

So today pump up that music and dance.

Photo taken at a recent church function,

for you see my church now dances and I smile.