It’s Five Minute Friday time again and we’re writing on the prompt: Quiet.
We stand poised – tense in our waiting; unabashed in our desire – for the King to lower His sceptre
Swans inhale their song to their bosom and – hold
Eagles perch on their edges, the cliffs their steady stand
Trees line up, unrelenting in their stance – not yet yielding to the gentle persuasion of the breeze
[it’s not the appointed time]
Cheetahs prepare for the sprint – sinews flexing – anticipating the lunge forward for its cause
Clouds. Gather. To their sky-approved choreography
Ocean waters gather: strength and stealth from the rhythm of all currents. Backwards. Upwards. Aimed for the shore like a stone from David’s sling
Dolphins team together for their dance
While the spirit of man awakens to the familiar prompt of its Greater Namesake – knowing – in the waiting
All creation is held in this one moment of absolute stillness, absolute readiness, absolute QUIET.
One. Two. Three.
[the conductor taps]
The sceptre is lowered
The sun pliés
All of creation breaks forth into a crescendo of worship
A chorus of adoration
A mélange of bows, melody and dance
The fragrance of flowers lifted by the wind … lifting, lifting – higher still
Twirls into the nostrils of the King
And His lips break open in a smile!
Linking up to Kate Motaung’s Five-Minute-Friday.