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Topic: JOIE DE VIVRE (delight in being alive) (08/18/16)
- TITLE: DANCE OF THE BROLGAS
By Ruth Walker
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She was his one-and-only for-life partner. He had done this with her for years. He knew what she would do next.
She could not hide her excitement. She was fidgety, picking at little bits of grass, tossing them, her step quickening.
He loved it when she bobbed. She was doing it now.
He couldn’t stop himself. Throwing his silver crown back, he exposed his coral-red throat and pendulous black neck pouch, stretching long before retracting into a slumping “S”. Then, again tall and straight, long beak high towards the sun, he trumpeted and strutted, shaking all over. She circled him, grey wings wide as if she would embrace, black wingtips stretched like fingers in perfect poise. Galloping around him, she flapped and leapt, teasing, jubilant. He threw his wrists apart and sprung at her; she jumped back and hopped sideward, thrilling to the chase, poetic in response to the choreography of the soul.
They did this dance often. Sometimes three or four others would join in, like a bridal party before a wedding day, tossing grass, bobbing, flapping in joyful exuberance, the percussive “swish” of the sugar cane in the wind the only accompaniment to the trumpeting triumph of love for life and all of creation.
Look! It is the king’s marriage carriage.
The love seat surrounded by sixty champions,
the mightiest of Israel’s host,
are like pillars of protection.
They are angelic warriors standing ready with swords
To defend the king and his fiancée
from every terror of the night.
The king made this mercy seat for himself
out of the finest wood that will not decay.
Pillars of smoke, like silver mist-
a canopy of golden glory swells above it.
The place where they sit together
is sprinkled with crimson.
Love and mercy cover this carriage,
blanketing his tabernacle throne.
The king himself has made it
for those who will become his bride.
Rise up, Zion maidens, brides-to-be!
Come and feast your eyes on this king
as he passes in procession on his way to his wedding.
This is the day filled with overwhelming joy-
the day of his great gladness
(Song of Songs 3:7-11 the Passion Translation)
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