“On Fridays over here a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes. Unscripted. Unedited. Real. Your words. This shared feast.”
Today’s topic: DANCE
Bow to your partner. Bid him farewell. Shut the door and clean real well.
Circle to the left, circle to the right. Hustle, hustle, rush, rush. Mediate the fight.
Sigh to your partner. Sigh to your friend. Pull up your bootstraps and hustle again.
Dosie-do around the house and pick up all the trash. Promenade to the promenade and spend some hard-earned cash.
Ladies in the middle and make a star, have your girl time, back to the car.
Swing your children way up high. Make them giggle, reach for the sky.
Tuck all the little ones tight into bed. Make sure your dusty Bible gets read.
Sit for a spell and talk to your man. Listen as you both hold hands.
Womanhood is a fast-paced dance. But no single move is happenstance.
You only dance when The Caller says, “go.” For the Bible tells me so.