Thunder rumbles, fan hums along,
Sweet mango juice slowly goes down.
Life moves along to a rhythm that’s slow
When sun warms the air and sweat trickles can flow.
Tempers flare when honour feels hurt,
Violence creates a frightening stir.
Siblings fear palpable, knowing what comes.
Life becomes short when hate makes you run.
Lizard sits staring, bobbing it’s head.
Funny display of this sense he’s so strong.
A moment of challenge, and soon there is flight,
to find a dark hole that is quiet and tight.
Tough men soften when kindness is shown,
to a man who is slowly killing his brain.
The fumes aren’t enticing – He sits in despair,
others secretly fearing his fate could be theirs.
Life has a rhythm, we each dance our tune.
Most of the time others watch and just stare.
When something greater, adds colour and flare,
we soon find ourselves in festivity’s air.
Friendship is vital, a heart that feels sunny.
The time to sit still and listen with care.
Eyes that feel open, transparent and giving,
Transform this journey to a feast that brings healing.
Settle in softly, enjoy the sweet juice,
Tasting the great gifts that come from His Love,
Take time just to sample, the joy that’s around.
Forever’s inviting to make “now” something sound.
Author – Bill Tidsbury