I will dance before YHWH
                                           and will lower myself still further.
                                                                      -- 2 Samuel 6:23

 


I am earth, and you
embracing me above,
are sky.  To death we dance;
And yet I taste your wrath
as love, and find mirth
in my sorrow.  For though
I die along the path,
here I have my chance.
What if I'm for sleeping?
In facing no tomorrow
I hold no waste in mind,
no wrong in being told:
Enough!  The worth, I know,
is in the song.  So now,
in keeping time, I fly.

 

--- Mahlon H. Smith

 

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* Author's note: This reflection on 2 Samuel 6
was first published as a Christmas card
  (December 1966).

Author's sketch: David dancing


Collected Poems
of
Mahlon H Smith

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