An invalid girl asked,
"How do I dance?"
We told her:
let your heart dance.
Then the crippled girl asked,
"How do I sing?"
We told her:
let your heart sing.
A poor dead thistle asked,
"How do I dance?"
We told it,
let your heart fly in the wind.
God asked from on high,
"How do I come down from this blueness?"
We told Him:
come dance with us in the light.
The entire valley is dancing
in a chorus under the sun.
The hearts of those absent
return to ashes.
-- Gabriela Mistral (trans. by Maria Giachetti)
(in Women in Praise of the Sacred,
edited by Jane Hirshfield)