Alight in the Dance
My soul waits on the wind. Sweep down from on high,
from mountain peaks descend and through me--flow--
and I will watch the leaves enthralled in dance.
Inspired by your breath they'll lightly swirl
through motions, smooth and soft, yet full of life,
enchanted by a spirit so divine.
Oh wind, lend me now your spirit so divine.
Alight me with your dance to soar on high.
Come pour in me your vast consuming life
and let my body now begin to flow
in your hands, on your breath, begin to swirl
and move. Delight, my soul, in the dance.
Like flames that glow and flicker I will dance
within a warming light that feels divine.
Those undulant, soft tongues, I've seen them swirl
as they are fanned, within the wind grow high,
and in the coals I've watched the molten flow
'til I'm entranced by such intense and fiery life.
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