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DANCE
Dance , dance,
Great circle of fire,
Roam the earth,
Your heart’s desire,
Spread your skirt,
O’re dale and shire,
Under the noonday sun.
Twirl, twirl,
O’re rock and mire,
Storm the gates,
And sear the wire,
Consume the weeds,
And burn the briar,
To purge the dross as one.
Spin, spin,
The infernal tire,
Rolling flames,
Beneath the spire,
The guilty flee,
The pure admire,
Only one shall become undone.
Whirl, whirl,
Your molten attire,
Scorch the earth,
As you require,
Devour the beast,
The wanton liar,
He cannot the flames, outrun.
Rise, rise,
Higher and higher,
To mountain tops,
Where you aspire,
Play the flute,
And play the lyre,
For your hour has just begun.
Swirl, swirl,
Beneath the choir,
Beneath the veil,
Of heaven’s sapphire,
Dance with the children,
Teach them to aspire,
To burn as brightly as the Son.
Sheila Willar - January 28, 2010
I Corinthians 3:13 (KJV)
Every man’s work shall be made manifest:
for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man’s work of what sort it is.
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