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-2/
