Christine Phillips Poet Prose Poetry

Risen to the call

I have risen to the call one more time to let the world know what is on my mind; the river runs deep and it is now spilling water into the street. My heart is with you, and you must walk with courage in your shoe for the challenges are great and you must deliver before it is too late.

 There is a paradigm shift, and all countries around the world need an iron arm to end the gridlock. The ropes are stiff, but the ballot is not for profit. I have risen to the call to parade through the street and meet with the people that are so sweet, and those that mock and jeer me must rise to the call too, for in due time they will be walking in my shoe.

 I have risen to the call to shake the grapes on the vine; I have risen to the call to produce more wine and grow more fruits on the vine. Meet with the needy in the street and listen to their heartbeat; meet with the farmers on the land and you will understand what is going on.

 You need more moisture in the sky for the earth is very dry and some people fall down in the street and die. The door is open once more, and there is wine, honey and spice on the floor, market what you can, and plant a business in ordinary people’s hand, focus on their needs and you will succeed. 

Entertainment is what they want, food and money to meet their needs and, wisdom to control their greed.  The sports are nice, but they have to make too much sacrifice and sometimes they end up losing their lives.

 Meet with me on the outskirt of town and drive the negative energy out of the town. The people need something simple but profound to turn things around and a god agenda to make the universe wonder. Give me a quick and courageous problem solver with love and respect to make our life better. 

I have risen to the call, and I am going to kick the ball high up to the bar and into the back of the net, and I am going to make the universe fret. The square is what you are on but the number three will help you cross over to the promise land, for the most popular number is three. If you miss the shots the Greek gods will put you back on track. Walk with me to the sidelines and look up and down the vine and your dreams will come true on time.
                                                                I have risen to the call

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