The Tribal Dance
septets
Rain fills our lakes with rich resource
on which the fish and fowl rely.
Their life flows with the rainy clime.
Mankind requires rain too, of course,
precipitating fear in time
as tribal dances testify.
Drought brings man to his last recourse.
Flooding of rivers, lakes and seas
causes damage on the game reserve.
Plants and animals lose their ground.
Tribal dances seek to appease
a god whose grace and mercy abounds
when deluge takes a nasty curve.
Prayers are poured out in hopes of ease.
Environs’ balance is no easy task.
as mountains, valleys and forest streams
supply nature with health and growth.
Human nature, somewhat selfish, basks.
in give-and-take which stirs a two-faced oath -
if God can hear and will my life redeem,
I’ll dance and wear his sacred mask.
For hundreds of years, the skies were dry;
a mist met all that nature needed.
Creation failed to meet God's mark;
confidence in Him went awry.
Noah roused by notions of an ark
was engulfed by scorn. Contempt receded
as rain starts to dance. Rain hears no man’s cry.
written 28 January 2016
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