The realm of power that brings forth the universe itself
is not itself an event in time, nor a position in space…
but is rather a condition of every moment of the universe,
past, present and future.

- Thomas Berry & Brian Swimme


The Dancer Arises

to Thomas Walden
© Matt Henry 1995, 2002


As rich as the soil, decaying and flourishing,
Eternally nourishing
From all and to all,
Light calls to dark, awakening all that is
To dance, to rise and to fall.  

From stillness and silence,
The Dancer arises,
Moving all in creation.
Keeping time, keeping space,
Creating for all a place,
The Dancer brings life to all.


As smooth as the wind,
Weaving and hiding,
Flowing and gliding, carrying peace.
Of origin unknown,
And no destination
For the dance now begun will not cease.

As brilliant as fire,
Warming yet burning
Off'ring learning, stirring the soul.
From the tiniest flame,
To a vast supernova
Ev'ry spark still belongs to the whole.

As true as the water,
Cooling yet carving,
Hope for the starving, essence of all.
New movement, new life, drumming down gently,
Dancing raindrops which fearlessly fall.