The Melody

[This is the sequel poem to "The Dance" found here]

The dancers kept on dancing,
The bells kept their ringing,    
The angels kept on shouting,
The voices kept on singing.

In the ballroom were the Lost,
Sin's work was not yet done.
The Light stood arms wide open,
Shining as the radiant son.

Chaos still roamed,
Confusion still existent,
But the Light was hard at work,
Begging and pleading, always persistent.

Sin's smile was full of malice,
His heart was full of despair.
The way he consumed the Lost,
Was anything but fair.

"What is fair?", the Light asked me,
"This isn't their choice", I replied.
"Did you choose Me?", He smiled back.
But to this, I denied.

"Why did You not choose them?", I asked cautiously,
"I will explain to you now", He said.
"They do not care of the sacrifice I made,
They do not remember the day I bled."

"You ask what's fair,
But I established it.
Do I force them to love me,
Or to do what's fit?"

"Tell me your plan,
Of how it is better.
I know their hearts, their names,
Right down to the very last letter."

Fearfully I spoke and said,
"Make them dance with me,
They'll hear the melody,
They'll see the beauty."

"I would hold them forever,
Grasp until they see Your Light.
Should they be permamently blind,
I would step in to win their fight."

"Then they will beat Sin,
Then they will be free.
No more murky vision,
Your Light letting them see."

"Stop right there", He intervened.
"How is that fair?
By the very same question you pose to me,
You are caught in your personal snare."

"If you make them act,
It is not chosen on their own.
One day a debt to you must be paid,
Your goodness is just a temporary loan."

"You by yourself are not strong enough,
You alone will lose to Sin.
Only I the Light defeated him,
Only I the Light can win."

"Once again I say to you,
Define to Me what is fair?
Tell Me of the sacrifice it cost,
The incomprehendable pain to bare?"

"I chose you out of a fervent passion,
I know that you would want Me.
I love you to much to stop at that,
For you soul's sake to let you be."

"A forced dance would have poor motions,
Clumsy bodies and wobbly feet,
Our dance would faulter all to soon,
We would lose our step, our beat."

"A failed dance is Hell's fury,
Worse than no dance at all.
So I leave Sin to dance with them,
During that gloomy ball."

"Kill Sin, beat him forever,
Silence him!", I bodly exclaimed.
"Cut him off so he does not harm,
Stop him!", I proclaimed.

"For those who seek to find Me,
He stays but his time is short.
My plan to save My people,
He eagerly will try to thwart."

"If he is gone their is no choice,
While he remains I will always save.
So for now he must dance with them,
Regardless of how he will behave."

Left speechless what could I say.
Somewhere in His paradoxal ways,
The Light chose me as His,
And He is mine all my days.

He knows the void deep within,
That longing, empty space,
Only by His presence made whole,
Overfilled by His glorious face.

His knowledge exceeds my own,
His understanding none can contend.
I am blessed to say He is my Healer,
My Father, my Dancer, my Friend.

- C. T. Warren