I’d just love a quiet room and a simple slow dance. One where the little heart beating in my chest sounds loud like bomb threats while love romances me back again. Not even with a single word; pure gestures of deep love lets its hand support strongly the small of my back, and I’m back again.

And I’m back again to that place where I want what I’d swore I could never dream again. Again.

And I wonder if loves out there take advantage of this precious gift they’d accepted, all to be given back again. I wonder because I’ve heard of little problems and bigger fights and all I can see is a quiet room and a simple slow dance.

Not even a word. And I dream. Strong support on the small of my back. Pins drop loud and eyes sit stilled.

Pins drop. Sound stops. Sometimes reality hits hard, and we’re faced yet again with humanness. Broken hearts, bleeding flesh, wounded vulnerability.

And in the strangest of ways I’ve found this One, The One, who dances smoother than that rain dripping slow down that window pane. Dances over and all around, even while I’m entirely unprepared. Entirely swept off these feet. Every time I’d gone out hoping in the world I’d end up at home; quiet room, His faithful hand. Romance strong; like a man with the frame of an old wooden cross He stands tall, humble, strong. Fail me not, you could not. He couldn’t be unfaithful. He considers me above himself. And it’s like a slow dance in a quiet room. And I am back again.

The LORD your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great
delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice {dance} over
you with singing.” Zephaniah 3.17