A Sonnet to the Dancer
 

The music and the pulsing of the throng
Were pounding in my head a steady beat.
I felt myself submitting to the song;
I watched myself rise slowly to my feet.
But then across the room I caught His eye.
I blushed and quickly dodged the piercing glance!
Yet, all at once, it was just He and I --
He gently whispered, "May I have this dance?"
I looked from outstretched hand to patient face
And sensed the grave importance of my choice,
Then let myself dissolve in His embrace,
Enveloped by the music of His voice.

I see now that the choice was never mine:
This orchestrated waltz with Love divine.