She Dances

As she dances in the moonlight.

She is not aware of her witness.

Or of the gifts she has given.

Likened to her and her glistening sweat.

My woes and burdens fall from me.

She moves with consummate grace.

To a rhythm she alone hears.

I sit perfectly still in rapture.

Wondering why she dances.

But she just dances on, unaware.

Not knowing of my redemption.