She Danced

“Thou has turned for me my mourning in to dancing” Psalms

Illustration by Shiloh Sophia McCloudShe Danced

she danced
for the love she felt
the love she gave away
and the love she kept
she danced to free her spirit
and to free other spirits too
she danced in response to joy
and to process pain

she moved her body
like her life depended on it
all the while praying
for love to come
for sadness to go

she danced
for all the people
who can’t dance for themselves
she also taught others to dance
for justice, for truth, for possibility
for healing the broken-hearted

she danced with mothers
and their little babies
with the little children
and their tiny dogs
she danced
with the wise old ones
and their silken cats
she danced
with the wild young ones
to their music of choice

she danced
to break the ties that bind
our women              our mothers
to bring awareness and healing
to invite friendship and art
into the open spaces
that the dance created

she danced
to break open the hearts of
our men                    our fathers
to bring truth and compassion
to encourage kindness and vision
within the tender places
that the dance created

she danced
to keep the flame
of
true love
burning

she danced
for all the wishes, all the dreams
and all the blessings

she danced
when she was too tired to walk
she dances
between the  worlds

she dances to bring in the  Sabbath
she dances the first dance, the last dance
and oh so many in between
that long to be danced
she asks the danceless many
“shall we dance?”

she dances
because a celebration calls for dancing
the twirl of skirts the swish of hair
the rhythm of feet
the snapping and clapping
the exultant inhale
and
exhale of the dancer

she dances with lovers
she dances with friends
she dances alone too
because some nights
we all dance alone
she dances
because sometimes that is
all that can be done

she dances
for the artists and musicians
and scientists and alchemists
and mid-wives and doulas and physicians
and housewives and gas stationers
and waitresses and for all the ones who work
too too hard for too too little

she dances
for all the creators of invention
and those whose gift is just: To BE.
she dances
to dislodge the caught gifts
struggling to get free in each of us,
and oh how she stomps her feet!

she dances
for the living and for the dead
in birth and in mourning
for peace,  beauty and creative expression

she dances our prayers all the way to GOD
which isn’t so very far after all…

“shall we dance?”
asked the Creator of Dance

they danced until
the sun came up
and this time
she didn’t have to lead.

©2003

Shiloh Sophia McCloud