Deeper Than Words

I like to dance deep in the woods down trails where people on mountain bikes pass me yelling “On your left!” and I laugh out loud with a wavelike rush of joy as they slow and turn their heads and nearly crash into trees because, really, who dances to no music and laughs out loud at nothing?

They peddle away and I realize deeply that my breath is the only thing I want to keep up with.

It is enough that I like to eat ice cold orange wedges and let the juice run down my chin and sing out loud in the car with all of the windows open and wear red high heels with nothing special and paint sky’s the color of lemons.

There is Grace in the sunlight through the canopy of green leaves and I continue my dance.

“Hover over Me God”

This is my prayer when life becomes deeper than words.

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