In the mirror of the soul there is a dance.
Make one bow toward God, he makes seven.
Yet in this stepping he will not advance
without your allemande. What's gained is given.
In the mirror of the soul there is a dance.
Such is the drumbeat of this agency
that only by partnership does it flourish.
By divinest music do we come to be,
and without that same music--we perish.
In the mirror of the soul there is a dance.