I think I have mentioned before that poetry is not my favorite literary genre. Sure, there are certain poems and poets I love [Gerard Manley Hopkins and Mary Oliver are at the very top of my list], but I’m pretty conventional in my tastes, and I don’t have the sophisticated tools I would need to analyze and interpret much of contemporary poetry–lots of it just strikes me as pedestrian and incoherent.
and the floor of the earth
carpeted with sunlight
and hung round with silver wind
for your dancing place.”
What I love here, of course, is the image of the earth as a carpeted, sunlit, breezy dance floor, where one’s proper mode of being is rhythmic, spontaneous, liberated and joyous, and where all of creation is one’s partner. What a way to view the world!
Theologically, this invites me into a posture not only of joy and freedom, but also gratitude and loving relationship–not only with God but with all God has made. And, if we think about at least one form of God’s artistry as dance [and even more, God’s very being as dancing, dynamic partnership–this is the perichoresis of the divine persons in communion], then when we see ourselves as cosmic dancers we can envision ourselves embodying the imago Dei in fresh, creative ways. That’s a space I would like very much to inhabit.
[The picture is from a performance of traditional Indian dance, taken in Hyderabad, India, March, 2012.]