In My Dance III
In my dance
I step on the threshold of transformation
As when I danced with Miriam
On the shores of the Reed Sea.
Then, our bodies, supple as the reeds,
Bent to every side,
Never losing their footing.
And we held our timbrels high above head,
And I danced in the circle of women
And we answered in song,
"This is my G-d and Him will I enhance"
In our dance,
"The G-d of my father and Him will I raise up"
In our dance.
And we proceeded through the desert
To find our freedom at the foot of the quaking Mount.
And the dance was on the threshold of transformation
As when I marched so joyously with the Children of Israel,
Bringing the Holy Ark back from captivity,
And in awe I watched our king,
Sweet dancer of Israel,
Twirl in holy ecstasy,
His foot hardly touching the ground,
His hands touching heaven,
His ephod flying like wings at his side
In great joy before the Place.
And he brought the Holy Ark back to its Sanctuary.
And in my dance
I dance on the threshold of transformation
As when, with great festivity
With timbrels and lyres
I danced with the women
Up the hill to the Holy Mountain,
To the City of Peace,
And in our dance
We forgave ourselves for yesterday,
We forgave one the other,
And in our letting go of yesterday
We grasped the moment of eternity
Of our dance.