This poem was first published in A New Song in 1997. Its second home has been online on the Utmost Christian Writer’s gallery. The earth lately has been doing some “shaking, rattling and rolling” but this poem is more in fun.
Earth, Dance! Psalm 114:7
The aged ladies with rounded
Appalachian shoulders pull up their skirts
and “Skip to my Lou” and follow this up with
a sprite-ly “Virginia Reel”.
The younger gents, spike-haired
punk Rockies shout and Twist
flinging carelessly their cloaks
of white, down on flat-topped mesas.
Sierra Nevadas and Cascades
join hands in the West and Jitterbug
in the Pacific spray, squeezing sand
between their granite toes.
Not to be outdone the Himalayas,
towering above everyone
turn cartwheels while Mount Everest
warms up, knees bent for an
amazing spectacular double back flip.
The Alps and Pyranees whisper furiously
behind their fans, proper ladies they
in perfect form, mince a minuet
on tiptoed slippered feet.
South of the Equator,
the Andes with a Latin beat,
clap hands in a hat dance,
roses clenched between their teeth.
The Lord of the Dance, smiles
stretches down with the music of heaven;
the oceans sing, “Dance, Earth, Dance!
You are in the presence of your King!”
c.Darlene Moore Berg