Man, head down, face towards the ground, a dark face on a foreign street, hands in pocket, the seething cold, his face, what you can see of it, cowering, he does not look left or right, how did I end up on these streets, thousands of miles from home, from where he had to flee, no place for an honest voice to be heard, just as that prophet said, the man had status once, now he is a casualty, one of millions seeking solace, why he asks. Head down he walks down the empty street, a few souls about, the virus having the grip of fear on many. Virus he says, as if a jab in the arm will restore his life, alive for what, he is depressed, hasn’t seen his children in over a year, why he Asks, why me God?.
Solomon sighed, he did a lot of that, he tried to remain focused; the Spirit was not a welcome visitor everywhere, despite the rantings of church and Spiritual leaders, who threw out the Holy Names, as if trying to call their sheep to order, why complain.
The signs from above were rolling in everyday, God could hear the moaning of the dead, justifiably seeking, justice, HE heard their voices everyday, their pain, an unwavering petition, constant as the tinnitus some get in the ear, the buzz that never ceases, amen.
Is there hope for me the man says, his prayer continuous, he is a father too. Solomon wanted to find redemption for the man to cling to, how do you comfort the hopeless. Yes, smiled Solomon, there is greater hope than you can imagine, but it’s not hope those in positions of power want to dwell on, as they too, will have to come before this everlasting power, and those in authority who abuse their powers, are dealt with most severely, for turning souls away from God, amen.
Can you imagine using the reputation of Goodess everlasting for evil purpose, or can you imagine, what the next life will be like, amen.
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