Bursts of Inspiration

I am a poet. I am a dancer. But not in the sense others would think. I like to dance to worship music, in the quietness of my own home, when no one is looking. I love to dance with my hands beating on a drum. I also love to let my words dance on the page, never really knowing where they are going to take me, yet seeing the words unfold as my heart is inspired. I find it beautiful. It brings me closer to the God I love, as he reveals to me the thoughts of my heart. It doesn't always look or sound poetic, but that doesn't change that it is my spirits way of dancing. It doesn't have to be perfect. For God, he loves the realness of our hearts. He loves the real sound of me beating the drum, even if I am off beat. He loves it when I dance when no one is looking, just for him. And he loves it when I put my words together in a moment of inspiration, so elegantly on the page. He loves it when I am real, when we're real.
I am a poet. I am a dancer.