Rhythm
September has come and gone leaving a trail of damage behind it, the weather created havoc, the guns create sorrows and the knife took many innocent lives away.
It was hard to stop the steal when desperation creeps under the door disrupting every sinew, ligament and tissues, and kept asking for more. It was either make or break for her to get that long awaited date and so the battle went on to overthrow the silent one, but destiny would not have it so, the rhythm came on time to take over the show, the rhythm start moving, the engine starts rolling, and everyone came on board to see this thing rise from the floor.
Can you feel my heart’s rhythm, how much it makes me want to sing, breaking through that cantankerous obstacles and making my way on this path will pave the way for that special hour when the earth will come together as one again and good friends will walk hand in hand.
Just look at them way over there, they have something profound to share, friends are together, families hugging one another and singles and their dogs are gallivanting in their new shoes. There is harmony everywhere and everyone has so much to share, it like whirlwind passing through to unite the universe and transform the suffering into useful living.
I can see it coming in from a long distance reaching out its arms towards me but time will throw it in my arms and heavens will bless us before dawn. I can feel this rhythm in my soul; it is moving in the right direction, there is no time to shout you must feel free to walk about.
I turned to the next page in the book looking for something nutritious to cook and I found a page that says the economy, I read it out aloud and the crowd starts to roar. Some economy is slow but other are on the go.
The cost of living is getting high but you will get enough before it reaches the sky, the debt ceiling has broken and their will power has collided with the door and the doctors are singing new contracts on the other side of the shore.
Things has just getting started and the war is not quite completed there are some loose ends to tie up and there are some goats to transfer from the barn yard, some bull dogs must exit from the show and some roosters must leave the lion den and look for new friends.
When your team is three thousand points ahead, it is hard to resurrect the living from the dead, when you feel the rhythm don’t hesitate just get up and sing.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2023
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