Lady Bug in Pansy

Free Verse

The harp sways my body to dance, my arms stretches heavenward

O God, your love tickles my feet off the ground

My heart beats drums to the Promised Land

Your Grace lifts me higher, sweeter than good wine, better than gold or diamonds

Moving to and fro, there’s nothing holding back, fluttering like a lady bug

Your Love – Song of Dance satisfies!