Prose 1 - The Dance of Freedom - “C’est pour cela que je fus nais”
One day I was walking Through a forest In an open field I saw an Unusual scene There, a group of bright, Smiling people were, Dancing I should say they were Travelling For they were dancing and Moving toward A destination I could not see They were happy and danced With freedom You could sense the grace in Their movements I had never seen such beauty A young girl noticed me She danced to me and Took my hand She was not afraid that I was Filthy I balked but she insisted “Come join us.” “Are you free?” she queried “Of course,” I walked along, “I Have lived the way I wanted” “I have travelled where I wish” “But are you free?” she Danced with happiness I stared “But I am free” “Freedom is doing what you wish Following no creed but the creed of Self” I insisted She merely danced with me some more I could not help but to follow With wonder Foolish and awkward-like I Moved to the group’s rhythm I kind of liked it I ran to catch up with The young woman and Her friends “But how are you so free?” I Cried over her shoulder She turned, her eyes were filled With grace “Obedience” she smiled “To God” she continued She swirled and danced “Impossible! God is not one Path-but many!” I cried back “We follow this single path – called The dogmatic creed” she was firm “This way we travel together with Certain knowledge Of the path of our Fathers – who Have arrived to our destination” “Through light and darkness” she Went on “In safety and in danger In joy and in heartache – we Stay on the dogmatic path” “You are a slave to your path!” I Was in disbelief “That is not freedom” “It is not rational to follow a Dogmatic path – I make my own Path” “Are you not free to consent to Believe?” she pulled me along the Path “Are you not free to choose obedience?” “Is your freedom only freedom to rebel?” “You are free to choose” she Continued “And only you can do that” “For your will is yours, and it is Free” The group continued dancing Joyfully through the day And into the evening As they journeyed through the Land Confused, I could not help but Follow along For truth be told I had been lost when I stumbled Across these saints I stood alone in a broad field I looked back into the dark forest Like from where I had come I remembered how it was I was lost Individualism, rebellion, relativism Believing everything can be Believed, therefore, believing nothing I cried as I had to make a Decision Yes, I was free Free to make a choice As I struggled and watched my new Friends dance on Another young woman, a warrior Approached me “C’est pour cela que je fus nais” she Whispered to me Yes! “C’est pour cela que je fus nais!” I turned toward my friends I ran fast, stumbling through the Grass To join them on their path I made my decision In total freedom And now I dance with them – Seeing now the destination Those at the front Who are getting close Break their rhythm – and run Toward it with joy