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Sunday Meditations: Easter

Dance without sleeping
Dance without fear
Dance without senses, no message I hear
Dance without sleeping
Dance till I’m numb
Dance till I think I can overcome

–Melissa Etheridge

tiredness grounds me into quiet stupor
of the spirit.

i yearned to be inspired, to be lifted up, set free
beyond the place of darkness.

the struggle goes on, however,
and you and i, god, we exist together with seemingly little communion.

yet, in the deepest part of me,
i believe in you, perhaps more strongly than ever.

i am learning you
as a god of silence, of darkness, deep and strong.

i do not wrestle anymore, only wait,
only wait, for you to bring my dry bones
into dancing once again.

–Joyce Rupp

And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false that was not accompanied by at least one laugh…

I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.

–Friedrich Nietzsche

I danced on Friday and sky turned black;
it’s hard to dance with the devil on your back;
buried my body and thought I’d gone,
but I am the dance and still go on.

Dance, then, wherever you may be;
I am the Lord of the Dance, said he.
And I’ll lead you all wherever you may be, and
I’ll lead you all in the dance, said, he.

–Sydney Carter

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