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DANCING NAKED IN THE KITCHEN
"Celebrate your life" I heard them sing;
No more could I be just sitting,
Emboldened from my head to toes,
From chair by the table I rose.
Like David I let clothing go,
Danced naked - to the radio.
In the pre-dawn in my kitchen,
The blinds drawn and no stitch on.
Bare feet on tiles I shake my stuff,
Sing along to their song in buff.
My only audience be God
Who knows the whole truth of my bod.
His making me was His delight,
Long ere my parents shared a night,
When He formed Adam from the land
With dust in His creative hand.
I think, before his work was done
Adam may have welcomed the sun
By dancing to express his joy
In the garden of his employ,
And in return God smiling would
Be at what He saw "very good".
I walk in circle bending knees
As into song's rhythm I ease.
I then shake my shoulders and hips,
Echo the lyrics through my lips
Of song for peace, hands round head hurled,
Calling for "harvest for the world".
If all its wishes DID come true,
Might it make you dance naked too,
With no battles to dress up for,
And world able to feed the poor?
No more could I be just sitting,
Emboldened from my head to toes,
From chair by the table I rose.
Like David I let clothing go,
Danced naked - to the radio.
In the pre-dawn in my kitchen,
The blinds drawn and no stitch on.
Bare feet on tiles I shake my stuff,
Sing along to their song in buff.
My only audience be God
Who knows the whole truth of my bod.
His making me was His delight,
Long ere my parents shared a night,
When He formed Adam from the land
With dust in His creative hand.
I think, before his work was done
Adam may have welcomed the sun
By dancing to express his joy
In the garden of his employ,
And in return God smiling would
Be at what He saw "very good".
I walk in circle bending knees
As into song's rhythm I ease.
I then shake my shoulders and hips,
Echo the lyrics through my lips
Of song for peace, hands round head hurled,
Calling for "harvest for the world".
If all its wishes DID come true,
Might it make you dance naked too,
With no battles to dress up for,
And world able to feed the poor?
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