On the Plaza at Six

How was I chosen to partner in this dance? How do we glide in such grace and unity? These steps were never choreographed, This sequence never rehearsed before by me.

My Lord holds my hand lightly,
A gentle flick of my wrist
And I spin, my skirt flaring,
Not knowing how long or where,
Until His arm cradles my waist,
Guiding me right, then quickly left,
Face to face, now front to back,
Flowing, floating, the perfect lead.

How was I chosen to partner in this dance?
How do we glide in such grace and unity?
These steps were never choreographed,
This sequence never rehearsed before by me.
Since I was a little girl I was entranced,
Watching film reels of Him with partners past,
Pining to see the quickening artistry live,
Training myself to be sure-footed and lithe.

Dancing alone, I began to lose faith and love
A little, my interest waned, until one day
Just riding home from work, staring into space,
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see
The Master dancer Himself extend His hand
And say to me, “shall we dance?”
I nodded in awe and wonder, is this a dream?
At the next station, we stepped off the train.

There on the platform as commuters scurried away,
One arm around my waist, one hand on my hand,
We began to waltz. What warmth, what love!
What freedom to just follow His graceful lead!
Chemistry turned to electricity and motion,
Then He tossed me—spinning… falling… caught.
Oh the thrill! I pleaded, “again, again!”
So we began to dance privately to learn His craft.

Then one day He said “Meet me on the Plaza at six.”
So I did, and there was a Lady of fiery beauty
With a violin. She played and He and I danced,
A waltz, a Celtic quick step, a passionate pas de deux.
A crowd soon gathers and admires us, but it is He
Who prompts my every move; I but correspond
To the music the Lady plays and the steps He leads.
Now every day, no two dances the same.

On the Plaza at six we gather our threesome,
To spin beauty for the pleasure of passersby,
And inspire more dancers, for the pleasure is mine,
Yet not mine; He will choose more partners in time.
In the twilight some now dance alongside us.
To the Lady’s lyric tones we each sway our own way,
Each practicing the give and take of love in motion,
For the eternal banquet where all will dance with all.