The Soul’s Music Lift
by Sabrina Dawkins
You get inside.
Like a bubble
I feel a rise
lightweight and free.
And I’m in that bubble
as it bounces against top inner skull
trying to go higher.
Involuntarily I’m on tiptoes.
Then I baby hop in vain, trying to give exit
to this rising sensation.
My eyebrows lift,
eyes look up
to set me free.
I can’t keep up with where you’re taking me.
Stuck in solid form,
baby spirit arms grab for Father high above.
My imagination switches on
to cotton clouds and soft blue sky.
I’m floating in my body
in this world inside.
Music takes you places indeed.
Your music pulls me up,
Moses Hogan’s “Elijah Rock”
where at the end,
“Coming, I’m coming, I’m coming up,
Lord!”