The road was dust and drumbeats
A trembling earth beneath our feet
As the Ark of the Holy One
Returned like sunrise after exile
David danced
Not as a king
But as a child
Who remembered
The first time God ever called his name
The cymbals crashed like open skies
The lyres shimmered like morning light
And every heartbeat in the crowd
Kept time with heaven’s footsteps
But holiness is never tame
Uzzah reached
And the world held its breath
A single touch
A single moment
And the fear of God
Fell heavy as thunder
Still the procession moved
Slow now
Like a people learning again
How close glory can come
Without consuming them.
And when the
Ark entered the city
David spun again
Unashamed
Unarmored
Undone
Because joy is its own kind of offering
Michal watched from the window
Her heart a closed door
Unable to understand
A love that leaps
Where dignity refuses to go.
But the king kept dancing,
Because
The presence of God
Is a song too wild
To stand still for.