Dancing With God

 

 

Early one morning in the Holy Land,

I gazed heavenward and smiled;

An image painted in cloud,

Floated in the sky.

 

“I had the best dream,”

My companion, shared;

“It was so real.”

“I was dancing with Jesus.”

 

God delights to confirm the visions,

He gives His friends.

The heavens always proclaim God,

But, especially, on this day.

 

“That must have been you,

Who I saw in the clouds!”

I wondered in awe.

“Jesus was turning you

Under His arm.”

 

(Remembering Doris)