Mother and Child

The line is getting close to the check out, she holds her daughter’s hand tight. In a few hours, she will be in another world, a little frightened the way all new visitors feel, when they are somewhere new. Young, too young, she rebelled and ran away from home, that was ten years ago. twenty six now, with a three year old child, she made friends with the first man that seemed okay, she is wiser now, back then she was on the run. She reflects while she stands inline, her life has changed, the small hand in hers, a new responsibility. To be free from the influence, her boy friend so controlling, she hated the life, maybe that’s how a mother feels. She looks at the small human being holding her hand, her life line to the world, yes, that’s me she says to herself. Why has this child taken over my life; she laughed when she heard of friends with children on the way, the way they acted, pretending she imagined; how can one person have such a hold on your life.

The desk assistant smiles when she proffers her pass port. She reaches over the desk, catches sight of the little girl;. going to a new world she says with a smile. The little girl looks at her Mother, hopeful.

Solomon sighed, how many were on the road to freedom across the world. Compassion, love and charity, the very basics required of all those who called themselves believers, amen.

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Finding Redemption

She sits at their kitchen table, has been speaking with their friends, her lawyer too, she has caught him cheating, she is waiting for him to come in the door, their santuary has melted before her eyes, the cocoon they built, was it all lies, I trusted him with my happiness, and now it’s all about to disintegrate. Her life is over, she is barely forty. The time I invested in him, worse, the other men she gave up for him, the career she set aside, maybe that is an excuse, another reason to hate him, we all strecth the truth, sanctimonious, who isn’t. How she liked fixing their meals, the list gets bigger. So many things she overlooked, the stuff she put up with, inside she tells herself she is perfect, well, he was the one who thrashed the relationship. There is the sound of a car in the drive, she fills the wine glass before he comes in, she doesn’t want him to have one. She is angry.

I’m home he says, she hears his voice in the hall, he has no idea that she knows, or what is ahead of him. He drops the keys on the counter, I’ll open another one he says with a smile, he needs a friend, he is looking at the bottle, it’s empty, why the silence he says, he is full of himself, a great day at the office and two weeks off as a result. I know she says, what, they have told you already, that’s quick. He fetches a glass sits down beside her, why the gloom he says, she is prone to depression, he doesn’t rile her, she gets over it within an hour, she has been that way, since she lost the baby.

It’s only your imagination he says, when she confronts him, he understands, she has not been feeling well these last few months, it’s easy to understand. Compassion, he is a patient man.

 

Light Energy

She looks drawn, eyes droop, her arms hang, weighed down with bags, but there is a twinkle in her eye, there is a surprise inside, a heavy heart will get a lift, the darkness will vanish, someone thought of me, that’s all it will take, someone remembers me. No longer alone, why, the hurtful memories will disappear, while the light energy engineers, brings to the surface, the sweetest of thoughts, the feelings that the darkness makes disappear.

Our reason for being, why do we exist, Solomon asked this question many times; it seemed so easy to put it words; to bring lightness to being, light energy. What weighs you down; the bills come to mind, the shape, the weighing scales, every time we measure, we end up at the extremes, comparing, well, that didn’t cost much, you have to get something better, is that all they could afford, meanies you imply, how bad do we need light energy, seriously.

Thank You

Two words, that don’t add up to much, but when said or spoken mean so much, in the heart of the receiver. Solomon was reflecting on life, all the things that happened, the uphill struggles, and then the arrival of the helpers, so many of them, it was hard to believe.  If there was ever a doubt about the existence of that Other World, Smile,

Solomon had no doubts. Throughout the world, there are helpers, who do it every day, just being themselves, going about doing good deeds, dishing out advice, leaving hints, the proverbial army of God. As leonard said, Cohen that is, we often forget to pray for the angels, well, Solomon sighed, thanks. That will put a smile on a few faces, amen.

Stop The Madness

Stop the war stop the war there is horror everywhere it’s why you must stop the war,

It’s being fought across the globe and the fields are being bloodied every day,

From the minds of the vulnerable to the innocence being undermined readily,

This War is not about blood and old battlefields it’ the war for the soul

everywhere,

 

Attack and attack they are coming again the constant pressure on the very young

The anxiety of parents the concerned, the lack of assistance of those supposed to care,

Efforts to appease and do nothing hoping the problems will just float away,

New neighborhood a new war front the pressure on everyone total and relentless

 

Stop the war stop the war the constant cry from so many hearts out there,

Stop the war stop the war, what is all the shouting it’s doing that’s needed everywhere,

Wake up stop the talk stop the complaining, if your doing nothing get out of there

It’s only the spiritual warriors who have the skills, the support of divine destiny too

 

The settled thinkers happy with them selves living in their cocoons far away,

Waiting to grab the opportunity constant in their approach and their lack of doing

They watch from the ditch, waiting for the win choosing the winners whatever

No moral compass or integrity their fate will be decided by their inaction

everywhere

 

Stop the war stop the war stop why can’t you see it on every tired and worn face

Stop the war stop the war can’t you see the need to get out there and involved

What are you waiting for, for the battle to end and then decide your fate therein

Or

are you going to stand out for love and battle with the lord and his merry men?

Just Do it, the signs were in the sky, repeating repeating, amen. Blessed be God, for ever

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Need Love?

The parents are in shock, it’s not how they planned it, they both healthy, however their child, is born with a few problems, it’s going to require them give extra care, do a bit more, a little more love. Well, sighed Solomon, if they wanted a reason to love that bit extra, they found it. God acts in mysterious ways; it makes miracles all the more important, the power, there for all to see, amen.

She wanted the perfect marriage; a man with a good job, a lifestyle she could get her teeth into, and not the struggles of her parents, they were always short of cash, and fear. Hours spent shopping rather than worrying, she recalls her mothers hand me down clothes, the shame she felt in school, how awkward is that.

The Spirit of God is inside all of you, you just have to create the space, or more importantly, you don’t need to clog it with rubbish, the heart is your safe haven, mind he says. In the emotionally charged environment, the teachers work hard; they are on a vocation, success to them, the success of the students; the other stuff is the other stuff.

There were many who carried the bruises of a difficult rearing; alcohol abuse, bad parenting, a tough neighborhood, lack of opportunity, parents away working too much, while tender hearts waited for them, only to be over dosed, and left alone for awhile more. The perfect image on the TV, was not their world, wasn’t close. Poverty does not sell,  amen.

Yet, out of the outcomes of life’s struggles, comes the stuff you have inside you, often buried so deep, it never reaches the surface. Wisdom sighed Solomon, who had to deal with struggles of his own too, amen.

Jesus and His Friends….

He’s not supposed to hang out with women, they should be at home, women, what do they need to hear, they don’t make decisions, we do. The apostles are having a few beers in the tavern, Jesus is after heading out of town, they are doing his head in complaining, could they not just relax. Why are they anxious in the company of women, what do they fear. Jesus is seeking a place to relax, sit still, enjoy nature, listen as they say, undisturbed, he likes Martha, Mary, Elizabeth, even Lazarus’s sister, a pretty cool person; she listens better than the men, and they have no difficulty thinking the options through; always with the well being of children in mind; they are not planning on global domination, they think of the world to come, and how it will be for children. They are tired of the constant wars, and the talk of revenge; It’s doing his head in, they have to forgive, but first he has to forgive them, so he seeks solace. Lying on a blanket in the middle of a field, he asks wisdom to come to him, listen he says, this is not an easy situation, i need your advice, what will I do…Jesus and his friends, Men and women were always equal, they just had different skills in a world that was slow paced, that’s all….