She moves without a care at all. Perhaps
eternity can wait for her
to dance and live. This moment is no lapse
in sanity, but maybe it's liqueur
that balms the soul and frees the heart to sing
the praise of God who made us all to dance.
She moves with reckless grace as if on wings
then stops. Again she goes, as if entranced.
If life were dancing, we could say she lives
her life with no regrets and no remorse inside
because she leaves the pain behind and gives
the glory to her Maker. One more stride
within the dance, she disappears in grace,
losing herself in finding heaven's place.