A Poem: Dancing

Someone asks me to dance,
he turns the tables out of court,
makes a space,
enfolds me in.

Someone is always asking.
Twirling, twirling,
I can get drunk on love,
on this endless comfort.

Someone is always asking
for my hand,
but I notice that in motion
there’s nothing I’m not surrendering.

Everything has been swept now
as flotsam from the room,
the mirrors showing me
spinning,

held up by love.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
September 2020


‘Jesus entered the temple courts and drove out all who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves.’
~ Matthew 21:12

“Truly I tell you, the tax collectors and the prostitutes are entering the kingdom of God ahead of you. For John came to you to show you the way of righteousness, and you did not believe him, but the tax collectors and the prostitutes did.’”
~ Matthew 21:32


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