The World Stands On a Pillar
The cardinal adorns itself in a long red feathery coat
With an inconceivable hat protruding from its unpredictable head
pointing steadfast in the hesitant atmosphere probing everyone far and near
It stands speechless on a swinging branch cruising in the presumptuous tree
Whose root has anchored deeply in the ground and its branches shooting all around
It spreads its wings across the universe sharpening its boisterous beak
and getting ready to preside over the matchless ceremony hoping to create harmony
It whistles a familiar tune saying that everything will be over soon
Its music symbolizes late Winter and its melodious voice mesmerized
mother cardinal with an unforeseen Spring drama
but she responds in a majestic voice from her invigorating chamber
singing a euphonious melody and gazing at the pillar of hope
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
Look into my heart and tell me what you hear
Look into my soul and tell me what you feel
The radiant sun is shining upon me and I can
Feel the spirit of God all over me
Legions of angels are protecting me
But you have travel thousand of miles to destroy me
You surround the altar in your illusive red garment
feeding from the peoples throat
But this is where it all began deep within the earth
The pyramid, the hexagon and the pentagon
If you keep digging you will excavate the timeless birth
Samson was the strongest man on earth
But even so he was deceived by the relentless Delilah
who discovered the real source of his strength and power
one hatchet one man erupt the pillar on which the world stands.
And so the entire world crumbles in the palm of his worthless hand.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017
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