Cheese Dip
I am waiting for the sun to come out so that the children can run about. I am waiting for the suns to come out so that I can get up and shout. I want to eat a big fat New York bagel, loaded with scrambled egg and crispy bacon with salad loaded on top of its head and a little cheese dip on the side with chopped onions, garlic spice blended in a special sauce dancing around the table with a touch of honey to serve destiny.
I am waiting for the sun to come out so that I can walk about. I am waiting for the sun to come out so that I can visit my favorite restaurant and interact with the gentle women and gentle men and have an encouraging word for them. The fire is blazing inside but my stomach and they are hanging around with their empty guts, the pots are banging on the sides, and hope is walking by my side.
I am waiting for the sun to come out so that I can walk my dogs to the park and meet up with all the dogs’ lovers and interact with the torch bearers. The rain has cooled down the earth and negative vibration is sunken underneath the earth, the donkeys are braying and the minstrel is playing. Look up into the sky, and look at the birds flying by they are moving in four different directions, and the heavens were yelling at them.
I am waiting for the sun to come so that I can hang up my winter coat and walk barefooted on the beach, and rub my back with sun cream. I would like to have a taste of rum punch, and read a good book while watching the fish swing to and fro on the hook.
The morning is waking up and courage is riding high with a positive message from the sky. Reality is just sinking in, and everyone is walking around with a subtle grin, the foolish man has come to his senses and the wise man is laughing at himself. The table has turned and the people are beginning to learn and there is obviously no doubt that life will make a sudden u-turn.
Humor is clouting on my bread basket, and the people are masquerading in the market, the dignity of some people cannot be forgotten, they have left us too soon but somewhere in the atmosphere, their spirits are lingering near. I know that you cannot be consoled, and I am sorry for your lost but every life that has been lost happen for a valid cost. There is reason in every season, and while the pain remain your spirit will glow, and you will improve the world in the next part of the show.
I am waiting for the sun to come out so that I can dance about and conquer fear and doubts and spread the good news all around.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2021
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