HALF FOOTED AND DANCING LIKE GOD’S FOOL

Ah, me! half-footed to the dance,
with garlands strewn and blind
by the moon’s light,
to smell but see not
the spot where flowers lie.
I die amidst the midst of life!
striving long with song
—word drunk with cheer—
casting glances clear
to the clear sky
to where begins the winds
and airs of joy.
Worms annoy hedgehogs:
fat beasts who burrow
beyond the root-bound grasses
to where fire glasses rock.
Ah, me! talker of love,
shriver of the dark,
striver with God above
the light. The bounds of my being
crackle with Christ!
Yet, sin-ill, I
now, still allow goat-foot night
to rend light
and pitch dark tents
upon a white scene:
God’s percolating city
of light’s dream.
Still, I wait
with the hidden pretty in graces
for Heaven’s lightning faces
to gleam out Love’s will…
so that I might cease to sully
light! and garland strewn
beneath the moon
might, perchance,
fully two-footed,
join the dance!

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About Blake Steele

I am a poet, writer, workshop leader, recording artist... half monk, half pirate, passionate for Life and Love to triumph in the world. I'm American by birth, but am living in Sweden for a while: writing, growing, deepening with amazing, open-hearted people, as well as developing Wild Words Creative Writing Classes and Wild Souls Workshops around the world.
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