I think I danced through April on a
Cloud of glory that stayed stationary as my
Feet moved over mountains.
The brightness covered the ordinary,
Letting the sun radiate the shadows
And my feet moved in rhythm with You,
Stepping in patterns I could never maneuver,
Finding new ways to live an old life, and
Knowing finally that it is my time in the sun.
SMT 5/2/03

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