The steady beat of a heart
Footsteps creak through the house
Laughter, like bells on the wind
Breathing in—breathing out.
Oxygen fills my lungs
And releases.
Blood pulses through my heart and veins.
Life moves around me—
It moves inside me,
Through me.
The sun rises and sets.
Flowers bloom, grow, and fade.
Babies are born,
Their lungs stretch and breathe.
Their cries join in the canon—
The song of ages.
Always changing,
Always moving
Grass sweeps as the wind blows.
The gentle breeze.
Sheep slowly bow their heads,
Resting in the peace.
Water trickles in streams
By the green meadows.
The rhythm is gentle,
The melody soft—
A holy surrender in moments of calm.
All creation flows in harmony,
Yet the tempo marches on
Time ticks ever slowly,
The wind sways through the trees—
Gently, they sweep back and forth.
Frogs and crickets chirp in time,
A steady rhythm of life
Circles and flows.
Good and evil
Continue their battle.
Seasons march on.
Everything has its time.
Everything has its place.
Sometimes the rhythm changes.
The tempo slows.
Time screeches to a halt—
All seems still.
Weeping…
The quiet hush,
That silent lullaby.
Sweet and strange,
The hum of sadness.
Yet the rhythm still is heard—
Muffled in the background,
Beating ever onward.
Time never stops completely,
Gaining momentum and noise.
Seasons continue to change.
The wind blows harder.
The trees creak—
They break under pressure.
Life continues on,
Moving, swaying,
Dancing to the rhythm.
Life with its funny
Ups and downs.
My heart beats in tempo.
It races and slows.
I hold my breath
With each new rhythm.
Time keeps time.
Life changes,
The pace changes—
Marching, waltzing,
Dancing on.
Time blurs out the volume.
It speeds so swiftly by.
The movement, like quicksand—
Drowning me in the bustle,
The hurry.
Everyday cycles of life—
Going through the motions,
Repetitive motions.
Watching time disappear.
Seconds turn to years.
I wonder where it went.
As summer slows
To a sweltering halt,
Autumn begins in swirls of color—
A two-step of laughter,
Of wind and of rain.
The blustery winter begins its descent
With crashes of cymbals,
The trumpet of blight.
Ice crackles,
Snow crunches—
The music plays on.
I yearn for the spring.
The steady beat of rain on a rooftop.
I hear the soft fall of snow,
The rhythm of gentle cold—
Shivering, moving,
Dancing on.
The rhythm of rest.
As long dark nights stretch ever onward,
Until the light returns.
Warming my fingers and toes—
They wiggle,
They move,
Dancing in the sun,
Slowly defrosting.
In the long seasons,
The song is hard to hear.
I feel too stiff to move,
Too tired to dance.
The rhythm doesn’t stop for me.
It doesn’t wait.
Life moves on around me,
In me,
Through me.
Time marches on.
I breathe in.
It’s quiet now.
The cadence slows—
A hush of thankfulness.
My heart beats in time.
The rhythm of my Creator.
I breathe again
And sway to the music.
Dancing in His rhythm,
Longing for a new song.
Joining in the chorus,
Singing of His praises.
I sing the song of ages
To the Lamb.