No Words To Speak
The morning breaks with a solemn look on his face and the sun hiding behind the pregnant clouds suppress the morning with lots of doubt; I couldn’t tell what was going on in his head but he was gathering stones and emptying them on the sprawling lawn, while the universe watches with its open gut as he made a round circles with the stones and form a pit.
I couldn’t tell what he was thinking but his adrenaline was running wild and destiny was creeping up by his sides but the morning with shades of hope help him to remove all doubt and so he clears up the spot and use a bulldozer to dig a gutter around the pit he made with stones on the lawn.
I could see birds flying in all directions as if they had an urgent
Message from heaven, the breeze was blowing fresh air and people were migrating everywhere, they had nothing in their hands except a water bottle and a bag pack on their back. They didn’t know where they were going but they were just walking; they had a specific rhythm in their feet and their footsteps fill the street with a particular beat.
There was just no words to speak for the wound is so deep
They stumble around, the street with a lame look on their faces
They could barely raise their hands for the pain was so strong and I could understand. They wanted to greet me but something was draining their energy and the sun was trying to come out but it kept struggling underneath the cloud but heaven smile at them as they walk about.
There are just no words to speak when the morning makes him weep, the trees rumbles in the bushes with a message of love from the heaven above, his heart could not understand it and his spirit could not contain it, but his soul absorb it.Whisper the words in my ears and tell me what I want to hear, I will be joining you over there, so you have nothing to fear.
The skies are closed so look out for me in a brand new boat
And when the morning is bleak and your lips cannot speak and the words cannot come out, and the smile is gone from your face, and they tie your shoe lace, take off the shoe and run until you feel the heat from the golden sun.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2025
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