The dance of the soul

The ecstasy that’s inborn,
The person who’s forlorn,
The grief that’s bittersweet,
The laughter that’s a gentle tweet,
Make the soul dance.

The feelings that are intrinsic,
The notes that none but the soul can pick,
The evangelical zeal that’s illegible,
The stretch of something inflexible,
Make the soul dance.

The dance of the soul,
Cannot be made to happen.
It is a beauty, the mind cannot wrap around.
It is a dance ever unprecedented,
It is a happening ever celebrated.