Whispers on the Dance Floor

The world is out of control,

Spinning

Twirling

Shush shush

Noise incessant

Then He is on the dance floor,

And nothing else matters.

He moves, and I move.

He stands, and I stand.

I turn, but He is constant.

I fall, and He catches me,

And nothing else matters.

If it’s the last dance

Ending in a death spiral

Then at least He is there.

He is with me,

And nothing else matters.

Copyright 2014 Andrea Lundgren