they dance

1’s and 0’s and wifi whirled - carrying letters and grammar and such

with words and sentences- curiosities, lonely hearts, racing minds…

and in remembered familiarity of human contact, they danced

reading turned to talking turned to backlit liquid crystal displayed smiles

and laughter… and tears … and beautifully awkward commonality …

and as afternoon sun set into evening, in a bit of shock, they danced

still mirages to one another - still just seeking feeling something outside…

outside of sad, of grief, of inside-out, of life, of anger that made no sense…

outside of darkness in new thread of light, with the idea of life existing outside- they danced

in friendship and strange ethereal stands of what if and maybe…

…of absolute absence of fear

the sky opened up and the road brought to them -

music, warmth, soul ties, familiarity of the most absurdly necessary —

and in immediate promise and covenant they did dance

worlds unfolded, reorganized, and crumbled into new piles

a process of continued rebuilding in perpetuity of love, under God;

where once walls blocked out everything…

in everything… they danced

For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn,

but that the world might be saved through Him

and under the God who so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son,

that whosoever believeth in Him shall be saved- they were -

so that he and she became they in a cord of three, they did dance

the seasons of the world went on, drawn outside the lines

seeds of healing, scars uncovered and loved, 108 epochs explored

in tears, laughter, humility, and in Christ, they danced

near a full trip around the stars, all the terrible fears and mishaps arise like the sun-

and the previous everyday struggles stay aflame all around as the moon

yet under the stars of hope, courage, a second chance…

in the storms raging and breeze cooling, they dance