Against Your Will
The shape of the world is not a man standing on a globe, or a man dressed in white robe, it is the shape of the heart that leaves you scrambling in the dark. It resonates through the machines and disrupts your personal dreams.
It climbs up the Chimney looking for something to prove, while scattering black sooth on top of roof. It leaves you stranded at the gate waiting on something that will never come and so destiny will have to get up and run.
The world stands aloof in front of me making silent music in the trees the wild duck is swimming in the pond with the little ducklings follow along. I watched the morning suns rises above the wall scatterings its heat all over the streets melting the asphalts underneath's my feet.
The road in front leads to nowhere , don't listen to them because they have nothing to share, mythology and legendary baked in the sun, you have to complete the task before the day is done.
I can feel your presences in my space, I am trying to tell you something about the human race, the clock will not tick until you get me out of the ditch, hard hands will not do, tender and loving hands will move you along.
If the garden could speak, Adam would come out crawling on his knee begging for mercy and the serpent would have licked the apple juice above his knees and then he would have understood the meaning of glory.
It was not a hard fought battle, it was just the conscience of man devouring the pestilence hiding in the desert sand.
I could feel the thumping in his heart and the agony that he felt from the start. He didn't want a ceasefire so he had to fight against his innate desire.
He was given an ultimatum and if he did not accept it his days would be done. He knew what the fight was all about, it has nothing to do with the people's shout. It is tied to years of history, the rejection, persecution and hate and fulfilling the promise that is tied up in the gates , oh how his heart breaks.
He wants to fulfill the biblical prediction holding David and goliath in two different hands. The philistine were bruised and left walking around without shoes, and on the final day he drove the philistine away and swallowed his breath and retreat to the war cabinet with a map, a pick axe and a hammer.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2023
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