Papa Beats sits with a grin.
Drumsticks in hand,
He’s ready to jam.
Messiah plugs into the amp,
Secret name tattooed on His arm,
He’s ready to jam.
The Eternal Breath floats to the mike.
Anticipation palpable in her calm.
She’s ready to jam.
With eyes like quiet fire,
The first chord is strummed by Messiah.
Gently breaking the silence,
The sounds of dawn commence.
Breath breathes out an ethereal sigh,
As first-light brightens the sky.
Papa taps the high-hat rhythmically,
As the sun’s rays touch every tree.
Flowers open and birds sing and coo,
As Messiah plays His delicate interlude.
Now the melody is picking up speed.
Bees, squirrels, ants, and butterflies feed,
The bass drum pounds out the rhythm of life.
Papa’s still grinning… the joy of life!
Now Breath’s song erupts spontaneously from her core,
Head flung back, arms wide – ready to soar!
Messiah too has a joyous demeanor,
While chord after chord streams from His guitar.
As the sun rises high, and the air gets hazy,
The wind is quiet and the animals lazy.
Breath is humming a silly sleepy song,
And Messiah too, is playing along.
Papa Beats has gone silent…taking a rest,
But there’s a twinkle in His eye – wonder what’s next?
Suddenly, He starts up a beat – a marching band.
The storm clouds gather, at His command.
His tom toms roll, and talk, and rumble.
Dark thunderclouds amass over the horizon.
Messiah joins in with a brooding lilt.
The melody gets thicker and kilters and tilts.
Then the sky breaks as Breath opens her lungs.
Rain! Storm! Flood! What a song She has sung!
Papa Beats’ hands and feet are all a flurry.
Crashes and bass drums of thunder and fury!
Messiah’s eyes have become completely ablaze.
Fingers working the fretboard in a mesmerizing craze.
One last rip roars from Messiah’s guitar.
And all three stop silent amidst the downpour.
The rain instantly ceases and clouds start to break.
The forest is silent. It’s still on the lake.
It is done, It is finished. A jam session of God.
Three smiles of satisfaction, knowing… It. Is. GOOD.
