Shall We Dance? Poem by David O'Mahony

I am a dancing star,
Adrift, aloft, (a laughter)
Come and perch upon my bough,
How joyous shall we be after?

Each day, a gift
Each encounter, a wonder,
For we who are alive and free,
This time we must a-plunder!

For heaven-sent and God-Blessed
Are we who know us so,
Beauty be but sign of Master,
Our bliss no less so.

For each a cosmos within Cosmos,
A wondering Wonder!
Conceiving Beauty, perched
Upon rays of delight.

For in this smiling 'ward,
With sound, smell, touch and taste
Another, Conceiving God's hand
leaves the sight of smiles on our face.