Poetry by Christie Dickason

A dance for the feast of everything that grows

Take the children to the high places
that teach you how to dance.
Take them to the valleys
where you cannot help but sing.
Take them to the silence
where everything is heard.
Take them to the hillside
where you learn to know despair.
Take them to the rivers
that refill the heart with joy.
Guide their feet
in the Balancing Dance.

Sing O! O! O!
Sing joy, sing woe.
Together down the middle,
and on you go.
Dance, dance,
the Balancing Dance.
Together down the middle
in the Balancing Dance.

Save for them the places
that will make them want to dance.
Protect for them the valleys
that will teach them how to sing.
Guard for them the silence
where everything is heard.
Make safe for them the hillside
where they will learn despair.
Keep clear for them the rivers
to refill their hearts with joy.
Dance with them together
in the Balancing Dance.

Sing O! O! O!
Sing joy, sing woe.
Together down the middle,
and on you go.
Dance, dance,
the Balancing Dance.
All comes together
in the Balancing Dance.