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Freedom
I watch the days roll by and my vision explodes in the sky, morning and noon is merging in one and my energy is spilling all over the land. Seagulls of assorted colors parade on the shores and big boats are coming in from deep waters.
I have a feeling that the genie is coming out of the bottle soon and some people will have to vacate the master bedroom before noon. There is no room for dead faith and there are no butlers to open the gate, they have change the guard overnight and they were just in time to stop the brutal fight, sword on door and knife under throat and gun tucked away in the corner of the boat.
Mid-day comes alive and the people are running up and down the street celebrating their hard earned sacrifice; everyone is in a jubilant mood and in seconds the multitude crowd the streets and the shopping spree begin.
Mothers pushed their babies hastily in strollers through the crowds and sellers and buyers bargain in front of the market door, and traffic crawl in a line through the thick crowd and the excitement continue to build.
The passion in the earth swept through the street and the people celebrate the freedom from the ground; it is a freedom that you cannot understand, you have to go way back from when it began; they created apartheid and millions of people died, but now, those days are over and they have a complete makeover.
I am convinced that harmony can abide but the creators of destiny want to create imbalance in the skies. If you understand it, you don’t have to pay that awful price. It is a special day and the sun glows from the center of the sky forcing the heat to disrupt my heart beat and sweat is dripping from my face.
It’s a great day and good things are coming your way; you will benefit from your hard-earned work but some people will have crawl a little longer in the dirt. Its freedom day, all the guest have arrived and heavens have cooled down the temperature in the sky.
The table is set and the excitement is pulling my breath, and music is playing in the street; just look at the happy village on the other side, they are celebrating freedom with great pride.
People of all ages have gathered around and strangers have joined the celebration in the village and the town; it is one of those scenes that you sometimes experience in your dreams, yet you have to tell yourself that it real and you keep hanging on to your faith but hope will lift you up and solidify your luck .
Break the chain and dance in your freedom today.
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Christine Phillips
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