Dance of Love
Love is a dance. Friendship the partner.
Some predict it. Some see it grow.
There are those who are broad sided by it
and are left faltering from the blow.
It is even said that some are swept off their
feet.
Many fall in love and others fall out.
Love at first sight comes swirling in the
night or light of day unexpectedly without
hesitation.
Eyes connect and "the knowing" begins.
Ask them afterwards and they can pinpoint
the moment down to a precise second
they "just knew." They were in love.
Like birds of a feather the courtship begins.
Some dance, some sing, feed, preen,
build to impress.
I have seen it all, done it all, but never in my
life have I seen it unfold perfectly before
my eyes.
That is until recently.
I am an observer of life and a proud participant
of "The Old Romantics" if there is such a club.
Perhaps, I say proudly, one of the few males
in membership.
Still, there comes a point when attending a family
wedding becomes somewhat ordinary, another
step in the evolution of and unfolding of life within
family structure.
Long distance between us did not permit me the
chance to see this couple's dance gradually unfold.
I heard bits and pieces of love spoken and the "how
they met" story.
Then one day I had the chance to see them face to
face.
It was love at first sight...for me. I could clearly
see it in her eyes. You know that sparkle, the
smile that lit her face each and every time she
looked at him.
Any man might acknowledge such feelings in
spoken word woven through "lovey dovey"
dialog like "Baby," or "my love."
He was different.
He glowed unashamedly at the very thought of her.
His face, resplendent with love, the highest of all
emotions, was accented by a slightly crooked
smile adding to his "I'm one lucky guy" demeanor.
I loved watching them, watching each other.
Those who know me well enough, know that it is
to a fault, my self appointed job to worry about
everyone I know and love. That includes you.
I really don't like to describe it as worry. It really
comes down to loving someone so much that I
want the very best for them. The fault comes in
false expectations that because I love them nothing
bad would ever happen to them and all the dreams
they hold in their hearts would come true over time.
Sounds right to me.
Reality, however, says that they will falter and stumble.
No one can do a thing to prevent that. In fact, no one
should, even if they could because this perfect love
they share can only be sustained and strengthened
by tests and life trials.
"Life" rules apply to love, but God reminds us that
Love conquers all.
I can honestly say that it was in the last few dances
at the wedding reception and for the first time in my
life I decided that I did not have to worry about these
two.
Throughout the evening they were constantly surrounded
by people who loved them. Oh, of course. It was their
wedding. That's why everyone was there.
I am not speaking just of family. They had in attendance
friends from their childhood a few going back to pre-grade
school, some old college friends, neighborhood pals and
co-workers who through the years could just never let go
of them.
I watched them all dance together in step with each other
as if rehearsed over and over again throughout the years
for this very moment, this special opening night show of
shows.
They sang together songs of the past and present which
held deep meaning in the hearts of everyone they knew.
Their voices blended, their dance moves pounded the
dance floor right up until the very last song.
I stood there in the doorway by myself and watched until
the very end, as the final note of the last song in this
celebration played.
To my joy and astonishment the man of her dreams dropped
to his knees one more time bowing to the woman he adored.
Yes, I cried. You see, I always tell you that I see things most
people don't. I had felt guilty all evening for having the honor
and privilege of being there because there were two people
who should have been instead.
But at the very end, off to one side on the dance floor I could
see their fathers Nabih and Richard who had sadly passed
before "the dance" began.
I smiled, they nodded in approval because they knew their own
music will play on in the hearts of their children, Allison and Chris,
as they have now begun their own "Dance of Love."
"Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance." Garth Brooks.
Thanks for the dance, Allison!
"I wish you enough!"
J
~ Bob Perks ~
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[ by: Bob Perks
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