The Bull’s Horn
Water kept gushing out of the roots exposing the living truth
the rivers have burst their banks and the animals are running
lose all over the land.
I kept telling myself that this time of the year the weather is supposed to be fair but chaos and confusion keeps clogging up the pipe lines, and daylight sweeps through the city and everyone was in a hurry.
April showers beats loudly on the roof and the people were walking about without shoes, puddles and streams soaked the land and the people cry out for mercy but heavens did not understand, the water continues to swell and the bull fell into the well.
The things that bothers me most was the people that lived close to the beach and how their dreams and aspiration drowns when water flooded their house; she appeared as though she was laughing, her white teeth was showing but when the television reporter checked, deep down she was crying and tears were flowing and then the message was clear that many people have perished over there.
There was just nowhere to go everywhere was a mess
and the people shelter on makeshift tents in the street, I didn’t
question why but I could feel my spirit leaping up the sky and the sun starts to shine and the universe surrenders.
I could hear them mumbling from afar as they try to escape from
the dreadful dry spell that kept them bondage in hell, everything dried up and the storm dust was creating havoc but all of a sudden the rain came and nothing was the same the houses were covered in the flood and everything was buried in the mud and some people did not make it out alive.
Up North was a different scene; the snow storm hampered my dream and we were trapped in the house for three days and nothing was coming our way; the houses were covered with snow and there was nowhere to go and so I kept rubbing my hands to keep them warm and all of a sudden I heard the engine rolling out side, they were digging away snow and ice, and when they realize that we were all alive screams and shouts went up in the air and the universe drew near and fear die in the cold air.
Take the bull by the horn when you wake up at dawn
Take the bull by the horn and pull it out of the well before your courage drops dead. Take the bull by the horn and scatter the residue on the lawn and when the mountain gets high and your passion is low and you have nowhere to go, take the bull by the horn and go to the East, the balance will complete and your spirit will be at peace.
Take the bull by the horn and move on
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2025
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