I know nothing
except what everyone knows –
if there when Grace dances,
I should dance.”
– W. H. Auden
When November fell gold, we picked her up by the hand,
and when Grace, she sang in the woods, I laughed,
our feet tripping on air, our hair flying, our hearts pounding with the glory.
I laugh and Grace, she dances and she asks only this:
Not to dance alone.
David, wearing a linen ephod, danced before the LORD with all his might…
Lord God… grace sings everywhere and all is grace
and let me know nothing but this, this habit of joy… dance, dance!
Oh, Your Grace!
Photos: our Hope girl dancing the last of autumn in the woods this week
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