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Inconceivable

I see them coming out of the meeting with smiles and laughter all over their faces, everyone was hugging and greeting each other with kisses on Jaws and forehead, and hands locked into one another.

I did not bother to ask them what went on in there, I just watch them enjoy the moment without fear; whatever went on was enough to open stubborn hearts and propel the people out of the dark. For more than twenty years they have been fighting with one another and all of a sudden everything looks proper, it is inconceivable to think what someone's presence can do.

A soft melody resonates from the back of the room propels me to leave the house and stand outdoor. I wasn’t sure what was going on but a lot of people converge on the lawn that lay flat in front of the house, a man appeared out of nowhere and stood in street without shoes just wearing   a brief and holding a trumpet in his hands.

He stared at the house and smile and after a while he starts playing the trumpet and the people rushes towards the side of the house and picked up guitar, key board, violin and Cuban drums and join in the musical serenade.
Curious eyes gather around to see what was going on, and in a few minutes a big crowd converges on the lawn and spilled out in the streets. 

They join in the rhythm and clap with their hand stomp with their feet and they add music to the sound and create brand new rhythm in the town; it is catchy, it is therapeutic and it settled tempered emotions and contentious tones. Someone covered the naked man, with a shirt and  a pants and he gave them a new song.

The heavens open and fortress of life bleeds from the skies and the trees standing at attention salute the harmony on the land, they bend with the breeze, and somewhere up there some unconventional mood was lingering beyond the clouds and hundreds of bald eagles came out of the skies and circle around and take up their positions in the lingering trees.

I still could not figure out what was going on so I search for deeper meaning but everything was so obscure and the desire to know send me pacing all over the floor,  and alas the answer came when the eagle flew to the east and the temperature starts to increase. 

Trees suddenly withered away and their roots plucked out of the ground with its gigantic trunk flushed across the street and scared the population in the entire town.

The animals felt the weirdness and start running up and down and the people began to fear and they too start leaving the town in droves. It is inconceivable what a slight blow of the wind can do when you open your heart the miracle will walk through.

Open all the gates and make your reservations before it is too late. I will come to see you soon.


Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024

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