Dance with God

Sing to him, charm him, tickle him

Or her

She likes laughter, music, dance.

 

Don’t spill out teary prayers, gooey pleas

Or pull a long face and wallow in contrition;

The Big Sneeze will be bored.

 

Dance with God

Dance with God like crazy

Until the whole ravaged world

Wars, famines, woes

Your hang-ups, your sins and obsessions

Fade into a whirl, a blur

And it’s just the two of you

Dancing into radiant extinction

Into fullness, glory, life.

 

 

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Clifford Browder is a writer living in New York. He has published two biographies, three historical novels, and an award-winning collection of posts from his blog, “No Place for Normal: New York.” His poetry has appeared in Runes, Heliotrope, The Same, Snake Nation Review, The Brillantina Project, Black Napkin Press, GNU Journal, South 85 Journal, and elsewhere.