The liturgy has always served as dance Timed to the *courteis of the universe Choreographed with planets, moons, and stars To celebrate and sing and taste the Truth
Thus every gesture, every careful step Leaps wildly across the sacred arc of time And circling ‘round, and ‘round again all meet In elevation silent within a Cup
But pause and kneel now at the sacring bell: The liturgy has always been a dance