You are the sun that melts the mountain snow
the valley through the rocks where streams may flow
strong arms that shield me from the dark to come
the song I hear when all my heart is numb.
You are the treasures tide-strewn on a beach
the love I feel when joy is out of reach.
When winter clouds rear dark above my head
you are the soft rain washing fear away,
and when I hear that soft, pursuing tread
you hold the light that turns my night to day.
You lift me up when I am burdened low
and carry me when all my steps are slow.
And though the way ahead be sometimes drear
it matters not as long as you are near.
© Maureen Sudlow
…and it all began with a dance