And She Dances

She does not hesitate. The stately waltz accompanies her regal step onto the marble. The array of imitation-porcelain faces around her slows in confusion, but swirls on. She does not rush or falter; each step exudes grace and purpose. Wearers of every color and texture of ostentation sweep around her and wonder at her lonely simplicity. Shrouded in white chiffon, she would certainly require a partner of unusual taste. But they see no such one in her arms. She appears alone. Beguiling a shifty cavalier such as those commonly found in the clutches of a well-painted woman would be a difficult task for a countenance of such striking purity. They smirk and wonder in their befuddlement.
And she dances.
One slender silhouette interrupts the flood of moonlight as she rises from atop the granite tombstone and nestles her scarlet slippers into the mossy carpet. She is welcomed by long rows of silent memorials as she bows her head. For one moment, all is as still as if the midnight graveyard had no visitor. The form is poised and tense. Suddenly, black satin blurs as her entire figure catapults into pulsating rhythm. She does not sing, but every throbbing measure is the impulse of her passion. The dead know not this fiery song, nor can they feel the furious cadence through their mossy roof. This is the gift only of the living.
And she dances.
Intensity is the hallmark of true life. Some may be called to dance before the hollow ceramic statues that pride themselves upon having achieved all that can be gained. Others are compelled to dance in the stillness of obscurity. It matters not.
She is oblivious to it all. Neither the hypocrisy of the living dead nor the despair of the hopeless can divide her devotion. She cannot relinquish the Source of her Song. Her eyes never leave the one who holds her through every dance. For her, there shall never be another, for he is the one True Life.
And she dances.
Endnote of Explanation:
The dancer is simply an analogous depiction of the Christian walking in daily life. Her situation varies: sometimes she is among crowds of expecting, demanding worldlings that do not understand her. Other times, she is very much alone. Whatever her state, and whatever the time, mood, or tone of her life (the music, so to speak), one thing does remain the same. She dances with intense fervency, for her goal is to please that one same Source, the same partner, through every Song she dances. He is the only one Whose opinion really matters, the only One who can give her music and Life. Jesus Christ.