The Beat of My Heart

So before I post this let me just say: this isn't directed to any person in particular it's simply just what I've noticed; and if you are offended by it I guess we know whose heart God is dealing with. Also, I love to dance but not in a way that could be mistaken for sexual intercourse.

I take one step, she takes another. We could leave it in this simple rhythm, but that would be too clean. Too well pressed and mannered. No, I need to be let loose. In a wild frenzy of fleshly moves. A seductive salsa dancer, dancing to a beat that should never have been played. A beat that was not meant to be taken in the way that it's being used. A melody that's been tarnished and scarred by this world. The clean white coat, stained by just the one drop of deep scarlet wine. Was it really worth this. To bring in a new song a new melody, from this old broken one. How can a destroyed melody teach a note how to form an orchestra? How can a broken heart guide a hurting one?

"Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your Life." -Proverbs 4:23