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Weep For Your Son

So powerful  yet so vulnerable
So mighty but so weak
A life of grandeur and dominance
embodied with greed and abundance
is drawing to a close by its own arrogance

I could see everything from all angle
All wrapped up within  one giant  circle
Connecting the bold dots on the external triangle
 
This morning I sat on the big  fearless rock
Watching the silent river flowing in the deep
For a while everything was dead silent
And I could hear my own breath and my heart throbbing

The trees were silent too  and there wasn't a touch of breeze
It felt  like a big ceremony was happening  way out in the deep
Water flowed peacefully under the old bridge
and the birds flew to and fro the ridge, murmuring

I could sense that something sad was about to happen
My mother used to tell that silent river runs deep
and the quite ones are usually the most dangerous ones

I sat there staring in the water praying that it will remain  calm
But all of a sudden something more powerful than me began
raging in the trees  causing a turbulent commotion 
And shouting  cars  start parading up and down the street

The bird thunderous voice kept screaming in the trees
Forcing me to pack up and quickly take my leave
I headed towards the East staring directly into the morning sun
lamenting my discomforts but it had a message for me before the day began
After hearing my case  it buried itself under the thick blue sky 

The scent of fresh flowers circulated the atmosphere
And I  found   myself  in three different spots picking  flowers far and near
They  had the same color  the same smell and  the same truth

The sun came out from under the  tempestuous  sky 
with a ferocious  energy that lit up the entire sky
I could literally feel it scorching my face oh what a big disgrace
I lie on the grass in front of  the  big round pond 
watching the sun emitting its woeful verdict

King Nebuchadnezzar has boasted of  building the great Babylon 
by his own mighty power, for himself and his patrons
But he was driven away from power and lived
with wild animals and eat grass until he was humbled

I got up suddenly and stared at the water in front of me
And saw one duck swimming in big wide pond
Mother duck circled around the pond 
swimming up and down and quacking merrily around
Quack
Quack
Quack

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017

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