Grey and Tired

The old man sits in the pew, has been doing it a long time. The attendance was falling, had been for sometime, then a regeneration began, it stopped too, then came the lock down. He holds his gray hairs in his palms. He has become acquainted with the new social fashion, the electric networks, handy in the beginning then they end up trying to control your life, and they try to patent your email, we got you first, second click goes to us, meanwhile, does being a prisoner sound different.

Grey and tired slips onto his knees, they creak, he has been doing it a long time. Guidance he prays, guidance. The leadership he relied upon is missing. Cults within the body of His church want to control it all, they peddle all sorts of stories, they are selling it out with anxiety and fear. Didn’t Jesus say it simply’ Hold firm and be a good Samaritan to the very end, amen.

Whatever the faith road, the good choices and the dodgies, you have to risk sometimes. A young woman enters the sanctuary, makes her way to the candles, she has a few lights, prayers she wants heard. He lifts his head, she has three candle in her hands, what’s she waiting for. Peace for Gods children and peace to the world, he hears her sigh. The old man gets up, in one go, full of energy. Light footed, he pops down to the candles, lights one of his own.

Keep on going, when it gets tough, remind yourself of the words of Jesus, it’s not always easy, amen.

THE THE

Looking for God in all the wrong places, where must he be, {sex doesn’t matter before the protest}, looking for God, did he put that building up, that said, women enter by the side entrance men use the front door, well, there are associations of people who have strange rules that favor men a little, however, if you think about it, {in some old writings women are more highly favored than men, maybe this soft gloves treatment is a way of making up to them a little?}, after all, there is very little a man can do, without a woman.

Rules, even the old books tell us, these are all add ons, when it comes to the actual truth. The where to look, another group promises salvation, they are all well dressed, adds to the attraction, another group promises devotion to poverty, another group promises to murder evil, the promises add up, the confusion grows, the extremists get in on the act, moving sheep is a busy opportunity, same as the old cow and horse movies, the sheep are loose, the thieves arrive, this is just common sense. The flock is looking left and right, where are the signs.

Isaiah has the content, you have to pick up the book, it’s not an offence to seek wisdom, and most of the wisdom worth repeating, is in them old books, how you react to good advice, is a matter of taste; those with an interest in learning will look for themselves and learn on the double too, so where is God hiding tonight. Have you arranged a load of distractions so as to be too busy, too tired perhaps, it’s easy to fall off the path, then have to admit, that you need to do it again. Have you created a wall between yourself and God, just to pretend, in order not to have to prove it to yourself? Afraid to deal with it, that what you hide inside yourself, your less than good ways.

Solomon sighed; so many seeking the inner peace, yet refusing to clean up inside first,amen.

Velvet Legs

The hours of preparation, someone new is calling. The bed is a hill of dress’s, she is excited, her father looks in the door and smiles, it used to be me, he can see the excitement in her eyes. In times of old, there was always that fantasy feeling, when a visitor came from abroad.

The hairs on the legs, under a microscope, they are everywhere. On human animal or insect, hairs grow from everywhere. The tiny worker spots a flower, chances good, he will do the shake, wrestle some pollen from the flower, while those legs become sticky with pollen, how unusual is that.

The door bell rings, the final check in the mirror. She takes a deep breathe. The voice sounds foreign, adds to the intrigue. Same as those velvet legs.

Solomon listened to the storm outside, it was an easy day. Did they forget the sunshine, what makes them so stubborn he sighed. The signs had arrived in quantum, so intense they were impossible to avoid. When they mix with prophecy as well,it’s time to take notice,same as those velvet legs, amen.

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Sharing a Smile — Cynthia Reyes …. re blog, imitation…

Inside the house, I rarely use a cane, as there’s furniture and walls to hold on to if my right leg acts up. But I always use a cane on the outside deck as the furniture  and railings are farther away. So guess who has decided to copy her grandmother? Made me laugh.  Hope it […]

Sharing a Smile — Cynthia Reyes

Odin’s Ravens — Stuart France

As night draws in and silence comes, the door is locked, the curtains drawn I am alone, the world recedes and sleeps until another dawn. Yet in the quiet, midnight hour with feathers soft against my skin Two ravens whisper in my ear, as Thought and Memory begin. * Within the darkness of their wings […]

Odin’s Ravens — Stuart France

Q’ANON

Conspiracy theories, it was only the government that created all the mistrust. 1% control the other 99%, those making decisions to-date are so removed from reality, and there is an expected showdown, according to all the Holy Books, and they point to now, these times. Signs appearing from the skies, children seeing angels, light and revelations, while the words of the prophets are being made real.

If there is doubt, it’s the silence of those in power. lets hope Mr Biden and his new team, have the gravitas, to see to the core of the issues, how so many have been played with, for such a long time. A new world in the making, kindness not oppression, a fare distribution of wealth, and less of the babble of celebrity noise, when the facts are rarely researched, but that fulfills the junkie media needs, of faces before their offerings, as if they are offering help, while climbing the greasy pole. Whom do they serve, almost entirely themselves, amen.

Harry, Meghan and the Mother in Law…..

timing is badly off,a few days before mother’s day, is the hype worth it, Oprah, timing, there are issues, real ones, it’s not a case of ratings, so many living in confusion, the press talks about what, while in far off places, small children simply starve, humanitarians, indeed. The world is a state of chaos, so those removed from reality play with the mood of nations, affecting the little bit of hope so many have. I suppose they will demand that God apologizes next for giving them life, well, those who are up there, seem to have the only opinions that matter.

Mothers day, what family doesn’t have issues. Is the publicity that important, it’s not as if they are promoting the words of Jesus and peace, do more doubts make people feel good about themselves. I didn’t hear my name in the news lately, the agent, or spin doctor organizes a robbery, a theft, something to draw the attention, as if it’s a burning house.

But the prophets did say, there would be plenty of silly behaviors, they partied to the day the flood came. A mother is wounded, while the signs from Heaven continue to appear. What respect is there for God and the wonders of creation; The vineyard and the tenants, is the only parable that fits the bill. They laughed at the prophets of old, they worshiped them when they were dead, built monuments to them,even though they treated them with disgrace. How prophetic the words of Jesus, amen.

I hear the loud voice, I only did it for the issue of the day, really. When you turn people against each other, you are only a demon in the making, nothing more, amen. TV, it used to be entertainment, now it’s a tool for the destruction of character, amen.

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Bodø: New City, New Airport — Life in Norway

Featured On the Reef ~ Sue Vincent @SCVincent #MidnightHaiku

a thought for every day of the year

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Sue’s Midnight Haiku is now in a collection and available today! 🎉 I’ve posted about my love of Sue’s haiku here and am so excited about this! 

New Release

Midnight Haiku by Sue Vincent

Haiku is a Japanese poetry form that has become very popular over the past decades, taking on its own unique character under the rules for Haiku in English.

a creative mind
just seventeen syllables
sharing a story

The three hundred and sixty-five poems within this book collate a year’s journey in poetry through the seasons and the intermingled landscape of mind, body and spirit. The poems were originally published as “midnighthaiku” every night at the appropriate time, leaving, like Cinderella, a trace of a day’s passing and a glimmer of the day yet to come. Each poem can be read ‘on the surface’, but each has its own layers of meaning too, waiting to be discovered…

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