“‘We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we sang a dirge, and you did not mourn.’
For John came neither eating nor drinking, and they say, ‘He has a demon.’ The Son of Man came eating and drinking, and they say, ‘Look at him! A glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners!’ Yet wisdom is justified by her deeds.”
Not long ago Nana was a child
our dancing was outlawed seen
as a vestige of our savagery
we hid under darkness' cover.
Now everyone would come and see
fancy dancing and the hoops
shawls spinning like autumn grass
our celebrations as entertainment.
The sacred fire lighting the night
we pray and call upon the Creator
to make our offering good and holy
to make us free and filled with beauty.
This generation is all for sport
for their eyes entertainment dazzling
colors of our sorrow and our story
we dance and they cannot understand.
Hear the drum beat and remember
God calls us all to times of mourning
to times of celebration with giving
dance when the Creator call us home.