“……and Jitters did WHAT for that little injured girl?”


 

 

 

 

“……and Jitters did WHAT for the abused girl we found?”

 

 

So friends in circling love laved herbs and oils on battered child.

So critters in crooning bowing eased twinight’s falling shades.

So all questers ne’er doubted the Light would wait e’er so mild.

So blessings and healings and hummings covered all in glades.

 

“What, what? Hark, hark!  Bark, bark! So snark a jumper enters here,”

cried all friends at once as new dancer, new prancer, Mr. Jitters did come.

“Me, Mr. Jitters, me flips and trips all ’bout ye healin’,come to wipe tear

of bashin’ from this dear girlie eye wid me dancin’ and me totin’ like a bum.”

 

So Mr. Jitters did swing, so sweet, dear girl to broad shoulder of mercy.

So all friends did gasp and swoon and fall to praying knee at such a jest,

Yet jest bearing light of fresh-born hope to face born by such nursey,

Such new hope face alight in swinging by Jitters,all bouncing blessed.

 

 

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STRINGS LEADING THE DANCE


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DANCING IN KNOTTED STRINGS

Once we knew how to tie all the knots

in the book that made us scouts

Once we knew how to buy all the pots

needed to mark our clattering routs

 

We knew it all and then forgot

and then untied from finger to heart

We knew we would not need to trot

marked by knotted strings to part

 

We knew we wanted a new dance

not needing any winding strings

We knew we thought we could prance

not needing all the knotted re-pings

 

We knew we thought we knew

We knew we thought we knew

We thought we knew dance new

We thought we knew you new

We thought we knew me new

We thought we knew string new

We thought we knew knot new

 

We thought we knew until we knew not

We thought we knew thought not

We thought we knew no string knot

We thought we knew no dance knot

Then, and then, and then, we knew:

 

No strings to lead the dance

Then, and then, and then, we knew:

No knots to chord our prance.

 

THOUGHT FOR THIS FRIDAY OF OUR CONNECTED LIVES:

DO NOT CUT YOUR LIFELINES!  YOU WILL ENTER

THE DANCE OF LIFE  DISCONNECTED FROM YOURSELF!

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EIGHTH WEEK FRIDAY: KICK UP THE HEELS OF OLD SHOES


OLD SHOES DANCE BEST

 

KICK UP YOUR HEELS AT  YESTERDAY’S NEWS

KICK UP YOUR TOES AT  BEHOLDEN VIEWS

KICK UP YOUR LOINS AT  A MISTAKEN MUSE

KICK UP YOUR ELBOWS AT  THE WRONG CRUISE

 

STOMP YOUR FEET IN A TWO-STEP OF YAHOO

SLAP YOUR KNEES IN A BANTER OF BALLYHOO

TAP YOUR FINGERS IN A SYNCO OF BOO-HOO

SNAP YOUR HEAD BACK IN A NOD TO YOUR NEW WOO-WOO

 

SHUFFLE FAST  TO THE RIGHT SIDE OF YOUR OWN SCORE

TWIST BACK INTO THE MIDDLE OF THAT GREAT WIDE FLOOR

WIGGLE AND WAGGLE THE OLD SPARE TIRE FOR MORE AND MORE

LIE FLAT  BREATHE FAT  MAKE LIKE A MAT  IN THE DISCOUNT STORE

 

KICKING AND TAPPING AND WIGGLING MAKE LYING DOWN

A TRUE BLESSING ONLY GAINED BY A CLOWN

KICKING UP THE HEELS OF OLD SHOES

INVITES ANOTHER JIG WITH THE NEW MUSE.

 

May you all get old enough to be young at heart!

 

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