The Dance Poem by S.W. Clark

When oft afar I look
O'er the midnight sea
appearing there is seething mist
but in my mind I see.
Demons dancing on Twilight's shore
with God peering down below.
Mankind amazed at the amorous wonder
yearning to join the show.

Laughing, leaping, praising love
in elegant synchronous motions
of what could resist this powerful scene
leaving lusty notions.

All lost souls who join the dance are taken aside and freed
leaving behind selfish pride, forsaking guilt and greed.

But those who scorn the joy and love
are bound by their hate within
For God only cared for those who ventured
and went to conquer their sin.