Dance

It dances on the water moving with the breeze

First far then near then round in a circle 

To it's own pattern and rhythm never to the one

You think it might take spreading over the lake

Like a blanket never resting always moving

Until it disappears with the morning warmth

Unless you sit and watch the mist you would never

Know it was there that it existed in this dance 

Over the water thicker and light moved by it's 

Own currents by the breath of the wind

The Spirit moves in us, through us, over us

In much the same way it takes our attention

To notice what is being breathed into life

Which direction we might take next yet if

We don't take the time to notice where it has

Appeared we will never know where it might lead

Where we might join in it's dance and cover

Those who need it the most