Time Has Found its Radiance
The flaming sun with pastel shades burns the luster out of the sky exposing the raw clouds that hang beyond the mountain wall. And the epiphany of the golden hen suddenly appears on top of the roof staring at the distance in the galaxy and laying golden eggs in the lion’s laboratory. The appetites of Kings rest in stomach filled words at his dinner table and the wisdom of clowns lays deep inside the ground slowly working its way up to the sanctimonious throne and the anaerobic decay of organic matters filled with sediments of old make its way to the surface of the earth filtering a peculiar temperature in the atmosphere. And somewhere beyond the glow a hidden presence appears with a countenance that was perfect for the show, you dear not touch that smile, you dear not walk by her side, her passion is so deep it attracts the crowd and spill them all over the street, her message has substance and she has traveled many distance, look not to the ones that mocks you, look not to the one that breaks your zeal, but look to the one that touches your heart and move you out of the dark. I sat for hours going over the script and all of her is wrapped up inside of it, the story is told inside out of how the strangers mesmerized your soul. I watched her mingling with the people in the street; I watched her connecting to their heart beat, just a few words and a gentle smile, swept the multitude off their feet .With more than a dozen bodyguards around her, she was determined to walk the length and breadth of the town conversing with the people around; with heart full of love and blessing from above she made a perfect day. You cannot contemplate it; you have to go with it. Heed not to the temptation of your soul, you have to climb the mountain before you grow old, walk on the side that lifts you out of the dark and listen to the music and learn how the larks sing. The sun has burnt the radiance out of the skies but I can see luster of hope sparkling in her eyes, you have to make your choice before the universe dies. The people are waiting for something to celebrate, so gather the team and complete the final hurdle before dreams die.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024
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