Dance a Little.

The children start it.

A squirm in one’s chair

at dinner,

a shout as plates clear,

a tug by small hands

on my elbow, his shirt.

Then a parent picks tunes,

volume up,

and we oldsters join them all

to whirl, laugh, sing.

To dance.


Other times, outdoors, it’s just God and me, dancing.

When heaven takes the lead.

“Let them praise his name with dancing, making melody to him with tambourine and lyre!”

—Psalm 149:3


When you can’t help but jig.

“And David danced before the LORD with all his might.”

—2 Samuel 6:14



“‘Comfort, comfort my people,’ says your God. ‘Speak tenderly to Jerusalem. Tell her that her sad days are gone

and her sins are pardoned.'”

—Isaiah 40:1-2



(Trumpeter swans, adagio.)

“Then Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a tambourine in her hand, and all the women went out after her with tambourines and dancing. And Miriam sang to them: ‘Sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed . . . ‘”


Thanks for dancing with me today, friends. Even though. Regardless.

Watching Nature, Seeing Life: Through His Creation, God Speaks.


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Love the outdoors? I can take you there. Rural & wild PNW posts and photos from a naturalist, faith writer, and author of three books, including the award-winning novel Sugar Birds. Member of Redbud Writers Guild.

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