Under the Heat of a Rising Sun

The bang of the drum. The thump-thump-thump of a motor. The growl of a propeller cutting through the air. The caw-caw of a crow, looking for meat. The rumble of a Harley. The roar of a jetliner. Under the heat of a rising sun.

I pass the time with description and rhyme. 
I say, what’s this? And tell what’s amiss. 
I listen to the background, identify that sound
Remembering the past, measuring what lasts

I talk to the Lord; he knows he’s adored
I seek His will and get my fill
I give Him thanks for pulling me outta the ranks
Explaining what’s right, defining the fight
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