It’s raining again, what a glorious feeling, time to stop and start thinking, it’s raining again, a pause in the momentum, the headache you just can’t ignore, maybe your body is telling you, maybe it’s a time to reflect. Solomon sighed, he looked out the window, fresh streams of life giving water were pouring from the sky, there wasn’t much to do, but being a writer he wasn’t that much affected. How wisdom uses her great charms to stall us, get us to think for awhile, before we make those life changing decisions, think before you act. He read the ancient books, and was getting around to the rest. The wisdom of Jesus, wisdom is the continuous stream, so are the blessings that come from heaven, so long as you are prepared enough to receive them, basically, what did you do in the past, or what you were going to change going forward. An old man was speaking to him, a wise old man, roguish but full of integrity, he enjoyed a few pints. It used to be about Children, but it seems the adults hijacked it, Christmas that is. It was hard not to agree, but perhaps everyone was a child anyway who just had grown up. Grown up he sighed, what did it mean, what happens when it happens too soon, what about the middle part, when it rains on you and you are forced to stop awhile and reflect. The weather was a timely reminder. He recalled a friend, and it reminded him, of the adult threat many little ones faced. Least being aware of it, made it less of a threat, the awakening continuing. But in all seriousness, were we all being treated like small children, give me what i want and i’ll be quite, amen. If that was the case, we were already addicted, next. God Most High unearthed wisdom for us, from the strangest of sources, words from the hearts of those who opened the hearts of more. Maybe that was the reason for the rain, without we were withered
, too much and we would drown, wisdom, use it as a stream, and let it continue to flow, amen.