Posted on January 21, 2017 by lteston · 1 Comment Let’s Dance They call it a march for a reason. A military maneuver really. I am not inclined to walk in such a way. But I would like to stand gracefully aware in defiance of a body politic. In truth, I prefer to dance. Moving in rhythm with cycles, life cycles–Unashamed and unharmed. I prefer to dance. Leaping with full turns, legs stronger than his arms. I prefer to dance. Stepping high above the platforms built by sad battles. I prefer to dance and be captured in full swing by the pulse of divine love. Share this:TumblrMoreTwitterRedditPinterestLike this:Like Loading...