Dance of Love

Every

Child

Has known God,

Not the God of names,

Not the God of don’ts,

Not the God who ever does

Anything weird,

But the God who only knows four words

And keeps repeating them, saying:

“Come dance with me.”

Come

Dance.

                                                Hafiz

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I walk through the day

With feet of clay

mired by the mud

of the world

which sucks and clings

and steals the vigor from my step

head down I trudge

afraid to look up

for fear of what I might see

I do not want to see the wicked flourish

to see those hungry for power and wealth

lie, and oppress

I do not want to see willful ignorance

and fear and hatred abound

and so my feet are bound to the earth

but then the Sacred stirs in my soul

and my heart lifts

and my feet are freed

and I am

freed

to dance

the dance of

love