In the Tree

I have been sitting down for hours staring at the ceiling I have been sitting down for hours contemplating this meaning I tried to write this mystical scene with a message that is profound But something magnetic in the universe had me bound. I could not turn my head and my hands felt like iron and something sensual was dancing up and down my spine forcing me to wine and dine and rekindle the hotline I woke up exactly at three this morning and walk down the solitary street Everything was silent except the sound of water beating against the wall Cars lined up on both sides of the street and lights filtered beneath The Law and order man hid discreetly in the lane and came out suddenly and drove down the street as if he was playing a game The entire community was asleep and my thoughts traveled deep I stood in front of the sleeping pond to say a prayer for those in a far away land. But God closed my mouth and the words could not come out places have spiritual meaning and they effect our emotions and contain deep feelings The Holy Spirit was not there so I crossed the road and walked slowly down the quiet street I stood behind a familiar wall in the bush and waited I waited patiently as if someone was really coming The cars raced up and down the street shining their bright light in the bushes as if they were looking for me. But I stood there quietly waiting Just as I began to pray the wind landed in the trees shaking the leaves on the tree it was a mystery All the other trees stood quiet and watched in awe They stared at the tree I was standing under The leaves rumbled and something captivated me spilling tears into my face and anointing me with grace I began to pray and allow God to have his way The strange wind smiled at me and left the tree and slowly disappeared in the atmosphere and left me standing there She is risen