A Dance With God

 

You are mad at me 

But you can’t be mad,

You know me better

There is nothing I can say;

For all I lack 

Is why I have you,

Make of me a contrite heart

That I may be new in you;

For the penitent me 

Is like fresh June flowers,

Come dance with me 

That I may be whole.

What’s all these you say

In fragments of emotions,

Blowing like the gentle breeze 

On a hot sunny day

And then shattering all

With deadly storms

And tornadoes 

That comes like the finger

Of an angry Father, 

Menacingly pointing 

And threatening?

Come dance with me

That I may share these too.

What’s all these you say

In the lovely sounds 

Of the rocking trees

And rustling leaves,

The peaceful sounds of water

Tripping over stones

And the long distant howling of dogs

And the hooting of owls?

Come dance with me 

That I may hear you better.

What’s all these you say

In that innocence of a child,

The hearty cackle of laughter,

The sudden outburst of tears

Like a gust of air 

Blowing through a furnace 

Who would cry now

But with tears in his eyes still laugh?

Come dance with me

That we may be of like minds.

What’s all these you say

In these trees once green

That now whither with no fruits,

In these green vegetations 

All overtaken by deserts,

In these once fertile lands

That are now wastelands

Begging for restoration,

Of the melting ice

That floods the land?

Come dance with me

That I may heed this call.

- Bempillar Awuapila