Percussion Of Creation

The sunrise comes
with its demanding cadence
a beat felt with the light’s command,
as it resonates in the vibrations
that touch the drums in any heart.

There is the tone it sets as a march
those steady paces to obey the morning’s song
or the pounding urgency of noon’s resound
to lead a quickened step towards the afternoon
and hurry before the day is gone,

It is the percussion of creation
where one is stirred and slowed
by those constant taps upon the mind
as the parade before the twilight.

Inside we are touched by that thump
how it can keep us moving
even when the sounds grow faint
and there are places yet to reach.

But still it lingers as a throbbing awareness
over the power that drives us
so we keep on that stride giving life a sense of purpose
like a soldier following the drummer’s tap.

Because without that rhythmic rote to obey
we miss out on the call for our own souls
who only listen to the notes of its throb,
which keeps us walking past
where we might otherwise quit.