He danced down valleys and over stream beds. He danced the day long…

A dance for the hungry and the thirsty

A dance for the broken and hurting

A dance for the widows and the fatherless

A dance for the lonely and the betrayed

A dance for the poor in spirit and the captives of the night

A dance for the down cast and without hope

A dance for the dying and for those in grief

A dance for the sufferers that brings hope and relief

A dance of for grace and love and mercy

A freedom dance…

For all mankind

And as he danced he drove back the black birds of death and war and profiteering and slavery.

Hate and evil took to flight.

The day belonged to…

This dancer

And the Dance

And the joy in his heart could not stay still. It found its way to his feet and he began to dance!

His sandals beat the dust and his clothes cracked the air about him.

How he danced!

At his lowest point, a blessing fell at his feet.

A sound brought him to some rocks, and he peered over into the shade and saw foxes at play. The cubs left their lair and tripped over each other, nipping ears and licking fur, oblivious to his presence, at one with all things.

And the pure joy of the moment found its way into the very centre of him. It lit up his soul.

Desert became paradise.

Father came to Son.

A weak morning light filtered into the ravine where he slept and he woke

That restlessness was there still…gnawing at him- calling to his soul

Now is your time…and mine

Now is your time…and mine

So he stopped walking and looked for a place to rest.

The dry desert skies sucked back the warmth from the ground as he lay down his head.

And the night creatures were set loose- hungry and wild.