To be a good dancer,
with you as with anyone else,
it's not necessary that we know where it will lead.
We only need to follow,
to be cheerful,
to be light,
and above all not to be stiff.
We don't have to ask you for explanations
about the steps that you choose to take.
We need to be like an extension of yourself,
quick and alive,
and pick up the rhythm of the music through you.
We must not desire to push ahead at all costs,
but allow ourselves to be spun,
to be moved to the side.
We have to know how to pause and slide, and not walk.
And the steps would be rather clumsy
if they were not in harmony with the music.
But we tend to forget the music of your spirit,
and we turn our life into a gymnastic exercise;
we forget that, in your arms,
life is something to be danced,
that your Holy Will
is inconceivably creative,
and all monotony and boredom
is left to the old souls who play the wallflower
in the joyful ball of your love.
Lord, come ask us to dance.
We're ready to dance this errand for you,
these accounts to do, this dinner to prepare,
this vigil to keep when we would prefer to sleep.
We're ready to dance for you the dance of work,
the dance of heat, and later the dance of cold.
If certain melodies are often played in the minor key,
we won't tell you that they're sad;
if others leave us a little breathless,
we won't tell you that they knock the wind out of us.
And if other people bump into us,
we'll take it with a good laugh,
knowing well that that's the sort of thing that happens
when you're dancing.
Lord, teach us precisely where,
in this endless novel
which has begun to unfold between you and us,
the peculiar ball of our obedience takes place.
Strike up the great orchestra of your designs
wherein everything you allow
sends its strange music
into the peace of your will.
Teach us every day to dress our human condition
in the dancing gown you love to have us wear
adorned with all its details,
like so many priceless jewels.
Make us live our life
not like a game of chess, where every move is calculated,
not like a contest, where everything is difficult,
not like a math problem, which makes our head hurt,
but like an endless celebration,
where our meeting with you is constantly new.
Like a ball,
like a dance,
in the arms of your grace,
in the universal music of love,
Lord, ask us to dance.
Protect us, Lord, while we're awake
and watch over us while we sleep
that awake, we might keep watch with you
and asleep, rest in your peace...
Amen.
Two musical options this evening...
1) Tonight's first song is based on the Song of Songs found in the Hebrew scriptures. The poetic imagery there speaks of love: between a man and woman; between the Lord and his chosen people, Israel; and between God and humankind.
2) Another option is Just by composer David Lang. This simple mantra is also sourced from the Song of Songs. Although the lyrics repeat over and over again that the Lover seeks "just" this and that from the beloved, indeed, the Lover desires the whole of the beloved - just as God desires all that we have... This piece is long, simple, repetitive and - prayerful for those who give themselves to it...
Dance with me, Oh, Lover of my soul
To the song of all songs
Romance me, Oh, Lover of my soul
To the song of all songs
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