Fabulous Dancing Feet Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Yeats said: How can we know the dancer from the dance?
Men oft’ do love an artist’s work, minus his personal stance.
I dance for excellence, not that I have perfectly attained.
I dance to rhythm and rhyme but not to distraction’s game.

Here am I, believing God alone knows how to dance the best,
Valuing the difference between ones’ fruit and gifting to rest.
So I dance in gratitude for fruits of labour, salvation freed.
Not alluding to the past, failures, or all that’s lacking in me.

He’s given me dancing feet, and songs so sweet, for romance.
Please excuse me while I throw these old shoes off and dance.
Life to me is colour, texture, and truth’s complexity profound.
At times I think Wisdom, also, dances with me on the ground.