the eternal dance

What if

a long time ago

the Sun was dark

and still

and beautiful in his solitude

What if

a long time ago

the whole world was dark

and cold

and dreaming of a brilliant light

What if

in that dreaming

a soft curve brushed against

the belly of heaven

and the dark sun felt the first tremor

What if

the Moon came into her body

so slowly, sensuously, compassionately

that the whole world fell in love with her

What if

without understanding Why or How

the Sun began to move

towards this holy beautiful one

into the story he was born to carry

What if

the center of his chest

began to ache

and burn

the closer he moved toward her

What if

when he looked into

her soft doe-brown eyes

the heart of the sun cracked open

and the world first knew light


What if

the radiant majestic Sun

built a palace for his lover

in the center of heaven

and asked her to stay

What if

she did, for awhile

until the world grew hot

and dry

from the intensity of his love

What if

the world dreamed again

and the Moon

without understanding Why or How

began to move

What if

the beautiful burning Sun

was heartbroken

and tried to return to his

cold, still, darkness

What if

he couldn’t

for the whole world had dreamed

his story and was not yet finished

with him

What if

the Sun followed his longing

through the sky

steadily pursuing his love yet

never quite reaching her

What if

this eternal dance of enormous love

and grief

the world dreaming her cycles of night

and day, winter and summer, life

and death


Printed in the collection, “Small Black Tent: a hymnal”

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