Dance in darkness

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Dance in darkness

Judges 16

 Samson, you dance in utter darkness
and spin in Dagon’s stony stare,
listening to their cheers and jeers
and wondering what has brought you here,
an eyeless, hairless beast of night
that leaps into their temple air
as Philistine amusement show.

You know it wasn’t worth the prize:
the lion’s honey, Delilah’s touch.
And if you could take it back I know
you would, but she was “right in your eyes”
and that was that. There’s much
you could have changed, but here you are,
spinning throughout the pagan night,
calling for Yahweh to use your might
to crush the laughing Philistine men.


But Samson, you ought to know
That you and I, in the midst of this messy
endless night called life,
could do far worse than dance in darkness
crying out for the morning of deliverance.

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