A crippled child <br />Said, “How shall I dance?” <br />Let your heart dance <br />We said. <br /> <br />Then the invalid said: <br />“How shall I sing?” <br />Let your heart sing <br />We said <br /> <br />Then spoke the poor dead thistle, <br />But I, how shall I dance?” <br />Let your heart fly to the wind <br />We said. <br /> <br />Then God spoke from above <br />“How shall I descend from the blue?” <br />Come dance for us here in the light <br />We said. <br /> <br />All the valley is dancing <br />Together under the sun, <br />And the heart of him who joins us not <br />Is turned to dust, to dust.<br /><br />Gabriela Mistral<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-who-do-not-dance/
