I Ask You This
When you dance, do you
feel the spirit of God within you?
Or are you eager as fire,
impetuous as the wind,
giving your body to the buoyant
air? Or do you, childlike, feel
the pull to frolic without looking up,
holding wonder like a loving cup?
Do you think of Isadora
and shout for a wider freedom?
Rising up on silvery wings
to music that surges and swings?
You are the rain, the bending grass,
the fire light and moon bright,
sister to the night and brother to the stars,
and the world just wants to dance with you!