Ode To Saint Vidas

Twirling Prancing Whirling Entrancing Unfurling The Dancing... Say that you dance. Lest it not be said, The art is ever dead. Or even the merest of a chance, Of nearing extinction. It is all life's essence, To move, be, think and dream. To express a universal scheme, That speaks through nature's lessons. Not in man's religion. A boundless form of communication. So intricate, Yet so ruled by emotion. So elaborate, And so full of devotion. Needing no words of translation. At one with God and all of creation. A legacy of the beginning explosion. To live in blissful celebration. Saint Vidas is the lord of the dance. If in need, seek out his blessing. You might as well give him a chance, And dance out your confessing. So why should we dance? The answer is simple and clear. To join the dance is why we are here. So dance, indeed dance.