Dance while there's still time

I’m happy. Finally happy. The way I felt when I was a child. When I was free and new to the world. I’ve found my way back to a restoration so sacred, I wonder if Christ himself will dab me dry from all the holy water. I found me. I’ve been looking for love in everything and everyone else but me. Wondering why they never chose me. Wondering why nothing seemed to work out. I didn’t listen to me then. The child in me always knew. I am meant to create, to sing, to perform, to tell the story anyway, to be me out loud. It feels like people are waiting for me and I won’t waste another moment. I’m here, in my totality. It was as though I had come down with cancer. Sickly, dismayed, and troubled. I never gave up, even when I thought I did. My heart kept beating. My soul kept seeking. My mind kept looping. I’m yours and mine is mine, for ever thine, eternally mine. Though I feel the impending beat of a heart that I soon will recognize as the one, I had to hear it in myself first. Like the hooves of a steady gallop, a purified love makes way. I can hear it. The spring’s glean on the trees I’ve befriended tells me so. The earth underneath my feet remind me of a safety that was granted even though my flesh and mind saw travesty. I was always enough. I was always safe. I was always the love incarnate. As I am, as I was, enough in the imperfections that culminate in the fullness that is me. I know I love you because I can recognize in me. I know when I’m stricken with a sentiment. How could one overlook such a profound masterpiece that is love manifest in another? I’m due a romance that preceded time itself. A soul that met mine upon the dawn of creation. When God rested on the sabbath, it was your hand I found in mine. I would promise again and again, even without a complicated God asking me so. Even if choice were obsolete, I find that loving you is in my nature. Lifetimes in succession, I will always dance alongside you. Quite the roar you’ve conjured, we must’ve missed each other the last time. I found me so I have the eyes to see the love in you. I thank you for fulfilling your promise. I wouldn’t have even had a thought of you without the reconciliation of self occurring within you. I love the life that rewards a chance after such a bleak livelihood. It is in this moment I recognized I’ve died a thousand times before. I think I’m done dying now. I think it’s time that I live. So few know such vastness. My fears still are attempting to coalesce to such heightened reality. Hope is a practice, a faith, a sacrament. How could one believe in doom to the point of imposed self-absolution? I wonder who wipes the tears of the universe. To witness so many souls lose light and not know why. To see so many loves return to dust due to mere fallacies. Does God keep count or does he too accept the emptiness until love is realized? I wish this renewal on every soul that’s wept one too many times. I wish it for the broken hearts that the world has forgotten. I wish I could give this piece of joy to you. I wish I could reach your heart in the ways only you could. I wish I could make you feel safe again. I wish I could rewind time to those moments that bring you pure joy. In my yearning, I realize I don’t have the pleasure of being you. As you are in the world. The gift you have yet to unwrap. The presence you bring. May you not forget yourself in those tattered tales. Don’t chase a world that seeks to forget its own reflection. A world that lies to itself for a shred of insatiable power. A world that hates itself, but hates you more. May you promise to never abandon you again. It is then I await your company, my friend. Love exists, right alongside you. Dance. Dance before the music fades. May you meet me in that place. It is truly so good. So beautiful. So pure. And so fitting for you.