Five Minute Friday: Rhythm

Five Minute Friday.
Set the timer for five minutes and write.
This week's prompt is RHYTHM

GO

'And the banner man, held the banner high
With a 'Hallelujah' in his eyes
And I wish that I could be a Banner Man.'



If you can sing along to those words,
chances are you'll now be singing them all day.

Sorry!

My Dad used to play it on his record player.
I can still smell the vinyl
The slight crackle as the needle finds the groove,
And see him patting his leg in time to the music.

It's a habit he's passed on to me.
I can't hear a piece of music without
Tapping my foot

Or nodding my head

Or patting my leg

Or dancing if I'm really lucky.

I'm so grateful to my parents for teaching me about the rhythm of life.
And I don't just mean musically.

My musical tastes are not my Dad's.
(Thank the Lord for that)

But somehow they taught me that the beat goes on.
And I am part of that rhythm.

The tempo can change

The pace may slow considerably

Or increase to a rapid staccato

But stop

And pause

And you'll hear it.

You'll feel it.

Steadfast.

True.

Comments

Cheri said…
This is a wonderful post, Karen! I can envision your dad with his record player. Doesn't seem so long ago when record player's were all we had :)
22 June 2013 at 18:15
susanwalkergirl said…
Beautiful post. Thank you for sharing the sweet memories of your Dad and the gift of music and rhythm we've received from the Lord.
22 June 2013 at 18:30
Karen Sandford said…
Thank you Cheri. Precious memories x
25 June 2013 at 19:38
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