When My Heart Sings

When my heart sings,

I feel lifted—

not by anything loud or grand,

but by something soft…

like a breeze that finds my hand

and pulls me upward toward the clouds.

It’s as if the sky itself invites me to dance—

not with steps,

not with rules,

but with rhythm.

A dance that takes my breath,

not because I’m moving fast,

but because I’m finally free.

There’s no need to choreograph it.

No pressure to make it perfect.

Just…

follow the music.

When my heart sings,

I remember who I am without trying.

I don’t think.

I feel.

I smile without reason.

I exhale without fear.

Because this kind of joy doesn’t ask for performance—

it simply wants to be felt.

And on those rare days when my soul dances without instruction,

I know—

that’s when I’m most alive.

That’s when I’m closest to God.

That’s when I hear the song that was always playing underneath it all.

“The soul knows the steps when the heart remembers the song.”