Can I show you where we can go together? Can I dance with you, grab hold of your hand, my fingers clasped around your palm? You are graceful when you dance with me. You are free, your steps light and sure. You plant each foot firmly into soil. You know this ground, this earth. The floor is level and you respond, fully, to my subtle hints at what will be the next move to make.
You trust Me. You know Me. You want to be with Me. You know who you are and your burden is light and your smile is radiant and your eyes shine.
You are home.
You are home.
You let Me take you deeper in, this place where the two of us can be together. And you follow Me, each move a response to my movement. You only lean when I lean. You only pivot when I turn. Your eyes are on Me and the whole world is here, right here, us two.
You know you are seen and wanted. You know you are made and chosen and breathtaking. I look at you, and I must catch my breath. I love to watch you. I love to be with you. I love to hold you in my arms and be your safe place and let you be quiet and let you be angry and let you be troubled. I love to soothe you. I love to comfort you. I love to tell you everything is going to be okay.
My darling, hide away with Me. Hide away and come out, further, into the light. Hide away and go out, into the places where I move, holding your hand, beckoning you toward Me. Always toward Me.
Where I go and you follow, you know the steps because I am just ahead. Keep your eyes on Me. Keep your hand pressed into mine, and you will hear only music, the music of laughter when you know joy, the music of tears when you cry, the music of whispers when your heart is troubled.
I stay with you, and I ask you to stay with Me. I am for you. I love you. This is our place. The place where you stay with Me and go, where I go.