Thoughts from an indigenous American elder of the Choctaw people, Steven Charleston from his book ‘Spirit Wheel: Meditations from an Indigenous Elder
DANCING THROUGH THE DARK HOURS
Let us dance through these dark hours
while others crouch down
seeking shelter from a worried world
Hiding in the shadows
Afraid to hope for tomorrow.
Let us give them a sign they can see
A message made of music and motion
Dancers spinning light out of darkness
A waltz in an air raid shelter
Unafraid unbounded, unleashed from this earth
Rising with every step a dance to lift the human soul.
Let us dance so others can dance
Dancers from every direction
Standing up to join us
Music filling the sky
A revolution of unrestrained joy.
An invitation to believe again
To be free again, dancing through the dark hours
As if dancing were all we were born to do.
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