Daylight Speaks
Daylight is shouting in my face and the cars are racing all over the place, the wind is still the sky is clear and the pilots are circulating in the air. The ocean has opened its gut and the seagull’s gathers around the ocean’s mouth and the ocean released its hostage.
And not too far from there the minstrel drew near to spread the news far and near. While the mass is taking place around in the ocean the birds have gathers with great devotion singing a joyful hymn causing everyone to sing.
On the other side of the ocean, life continues with intense emotion, it is election Tuesday and the ballot is flying in the air. Passion and excitement filled the streets and everyone is smiling at the people they meet, the line is stretched from the ocean through the city centers, from timbucktoe to Gibraltar, winding around the bend up and down the den from the four corners of the earth the people came out to express their sentiments with a X while nature keep smiling at its purpose.
Further down the road I can see you through the lens of my camera knitting a bag for several hours and so my spirit speaks. You sit for hours making bags with all the courage you have, you sit for hours making bags that looks like Canadian and British frogs.
You are making it from the depth of your heart for the person you detest from the start, place a guard around your heart for your precious gift might be tossed in the ditch; the person you are making the bag for doesn’t carry bags.
You sit around for hours making bags for someone you have never met you must find a better sentiment for something that you can will never forget; like a personal investment in the valley of the dead and a billion dollar check to bury all the dead and three billion more to feed the hungry on the shore, and ten billion to embark on a massive re-construction.
I don’t like bags unless it is filled with valuables, I don’t like bags that make people unhappy. Your sentiments are not clear and you must have something more personal to share if you really care.
Come and see my when the excitement is over and I will share with you how I cross over. Fill a hundred bags with a hundred billion dollars and go to the city center and deliver three thousand dollars to all the people that gathered there.
Fill all the empty bags with valuable gifts no silver or gold but something pleasing and satisfying to the soul. I don’t like bags unless it is filled with valuables.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2023
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