Tempo

Without rhythm there is nothing
and life has just found its pace,
its cadence of pleasures and twists.
Men nod their head and smile.

We move to the music
as God conducts the world around us.
Moments opportunities and pleasures abound,
plentiful as grain in the field,
patient,
waiting to be harvested.

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