times of rejoicing

sometimes even though i am physically clumsy
i feel like my soul is dancing with my Father

when i picture it, it's some sort of whimsical ballet 
playing and reciting and smiling and humming along
toes pointed and fingers outstretched
no fear of falling in the strength of a Savior

and i open my eyes
and.... He is there still.
rejoicing over His own

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