The Ballet of the Beloved

This is the Ballet Dance

Of the Beloved,

The singiing of his light,

The loving of his love.

These are the words of his wisdom

And the rhythms of his life.

This Ballet is the going forth by day

And the returning home by night.

These are the gifts of his giving

And the pouring of his wine.

By these are we scourged

And chastened for his sight,

From his right hand they emerge

And to his left hand they return.

They move in his measures

Yet visible to the world.

They are the thought forms of his pleasure

And the arrows of his will.

Ruth Saint Denis