Is it any surprise that those people were the first to know me? Up in the summer, down in the winter – up and down and up again, ever whirling! In that rhythm they found my name. Marqod they called me, Lord of the Dance.
The shepherds went up, up the mountains to graze their flocks; they found me there, in the grace of the goats that leap in the heights. For that is just what I am! In that moment when the lumbering beast takes flight, when it casts off its shackles and becomes a thing of beauty – there am I.
The shepherds went down, down into the valleys; they found me there, in coming home, in making merry with long-absent friends. For that is just what I am! When the heart shares its warmth as laughter, and its lightness as motion – there am I.
And when Anat bore strife and hate into the valleys, I was there, I was there to calm her wrath. And when Hadad hurled summer tempests at the shepherds in the hills, I was there, I was there at the end of their journey. They danced for me, and for joy at living, and their scars faded away.
Marqod they called me, Lord of the Dance; and Lord, as well, of Healing.