It’s lonely.

A hundred voices speaking from a hundred people surround bring only silence.

The touch of hands and skin feel as only dust.

Ice cold, spring fed water drinks only thirst.

Spacious star-drenched night skies light only darkness.

The drenching summer sun warms only bitter cold.

A smile on a newborn child lives to only die.

Heart pounding, deep breath moments fill only time.

Overflowing, out-pouring abundance spend only emptiness.

Without Him it’s lonely. Every sunset and sunrise that composes this world is void, and every relationship, every friendship, every love is null.

Without Him it’s only silence, but with Him the world fills in harmonious chorus.

So I rise to dance with the voices and the touches. So I rise to dance refreshed by the water, under the night sky or in the warmth of the sun. I rise to dance to the laugh of a newborn. In the moments and abundance I rise to dance.