The mystery of the fringe looks inward
to sense the changing soul slipping
into a God-breath stirring the whirling
dances of conversation in barnyard,
wilderness and ballroom.
Out of the stirred dust
created by fast-moving feet
arises shimmering waves in the air.
Dancers reach out to touch
what they have made
only to step on their neighbor's toe.
A cry is uttered sending
the human creation into chaos
crashing down upon the tiles
that once glimmered in the dark.
Angry faces.
Sad faces.
A jeer and a cheer.
Each to their own.
O barren one, enlarge this place!
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