I will dance until I am exhausted,
twirling in circles with my arms wide
to take it all in, spinning as though the busyness will help me
to build up the courage to affirm that it is all good —
that it is all part of life,
that all that is life is good:
the breathe-deeply beauty,
the raw edges of sorrow,
the tender aches of affection,
the sweeping release of peace.
I will turn my dizzying dance into a song,
I will add words so that you hear my praise:
“God has given me the fullness of life
and the fullness of life is good.
Do not be heavy, my heart,
the fullness of life is good.”
