To be your partner in this dance,
Is this too much, Lord, to be true
for one who has no love in her
Unless she first is moved by you?
A fish in water does not drown,
No bird will plummet from the air.
In God my nature is at home,
My dance of praise is everywhere.
O Jesus, joy of loving hearts,
Be now our song for endless days.
We honor Mechtild's mystic dream,
And long to share her dance of praise.
I am grateful for these words that made my heart leap this morning at dawn. From all this leaping the stillness will arrive. I honor everything in you, dear reader, that is exuberant and passionate and wise, even if it is still sleeping.