There was a Time When I Danced on Air

There was a time when I danced on air
I had found what others only tried to declare.

Feeling the music of eternity in my spirit
Over bounding joy made me wish that others would have it.

With rapturous love and pinnacle joy, the wondrous wash did roll
But somewhere in the future decades the ebbing tide ceased its flow.

Not of my making or desire or any lack thereof,
But of providential favor, which, translated, is love.

"Why," my soul cries out to God, "Have I not accomplished anything in this life?"
30 years thereafter, I took noticed - He washed my soul of strife.

So here I am today and within me love & peace profound.
Where do I go from here, not that my feet are back on the ground?

My soul is leveled, free from sin, so I guess you could call it,
I tried to build but with patience great He calmed my anxious spirit.

An ego is a dangerous thing; it can destroy the staunchest soul,
Walking the earth with puffed out chest, it never counts the toll.

Tolerating my every move He protected me from the world.
How could I know it? My ego was blatantly unfurled.

Like a slow leak I never knew existed,
His love and patience overruled and with wisdom, persisted.

Before my ego was inflated, I asked God one time,
When my time comes, please to let me in heaven's back door.

He pointed out to me and rather strongly so,
There is only one way into heaven - by the Pearly Door.

I considered myself unworthy to enter where honorable souls do gather,
But He was angry - He really was - that I uttered such nonsense blather.

I got the message loud and clear, but that's when my ego began to fore,
Fooling myself with a lot of work for God that lay before.

He gave me an extra 30 years to fix what I foolishly created,
And now that He fixed it, I lack ego so much I cannot even get elated.

I prided myself for knowing God's wisest wisdom and
Felt that only I on earth knew the way into His kingdom,

Even though I did and still do is not this story's ideal.
God being so real is this poetic story's appeal.

Though I sought to seek and find Him is a moot point at best,
For He gave the strength of his tolerant, patient love, explaining to test.

Not for his sake, how silly that would be,
But through trial, error & passing them was meant for me.

I had surrendered my all once to Him & thought I knew the score,
His love prevailing, I know today I need to learn so much more.

I have learned that the more I learned, the less I really knew,
Try as I may, words could never explain His subtle strength to you.

God is a true father, the like of which no man could ever attain,
The reality of His spirit is so real, all my trials I would with Him, do it again.

So now this story writing of my body and soul in God comes to a close,
Only because He - not I - so deftly and wisely chose.