Can’t Afford it !

We can’t take him in, she was adamant. James comes home with an elderly man, he’s ragged in appearance, has done it once before. Jane is not sympathetic, she looks the old man over, wonders where they would be safe, where the locks of the inside door are. Her eyes rise up to meet James full on, what are you doing to me, we can’t afford this.

If you let me stay I’ll clean the place, Jack is not impressed by the token words, well meant, but Tony can’t look after himself, he’s got the ageing disease, and friends are few, why me wonders Jack, as he heads for the kitchen, coffee on his mind for his elderly friend, and hopefully some peace of mind for himself.

She screams at the boy, alcohol moves the emotions, he cowers, the five year old, covers his head, is worried about a blow he might receive. The friends look away, it’s a party after all, besides the child should be in bed, but the music woke him, so he comes down, weary eyed, and worried, Mammy didn’t want her possible new boyfriend to see him.

Witness, witness, put a line through it and forget you saw it. The report is another call to the arms, the youth of the district are being assaulted in every way there is. The local dealer has a hold with the police that

Edgar hoover would have been proud of. The pay off will be a few days peace, if they ever decide to act on the intelligence anyway.

Witness, witness, did the birds know something we didn’t. Solomon recalled the dream, he was above the bed, looking down, he see’s a shell break open and then a body emerge, are we all birds, are we born again. A wry smile, he’d experienced that already, amen. Can’t afford to know the truth, you can say that again.


One Song

If you ever want to hear an angel, listen


Have a nice day, listen to this!

Are You a listener…..

Will you stop talking, there is something I need to say, will you stop it, she reaches for her apron, he continues to fumble, will you stop and let me get dressed, will you stop, he pesters her, she smiles and laughs, can’t wait to get away, will you stop she laughs. His tone becomes all serious, he mentions the insurance that has to be paid, and the suit she has to collect, he has an important dinner …are you listening….

Friday night. Money usually follows, in order to pay the small debt, crumbs will be left over, a new book even a dress, are you listening, will you stop, he is at her again, will you stop, she grabs the hundred dollar bill, reaches for the door handle, don’t forget he says, you got children to collect, are you listening yet.

The Students perspective

The morning comes, the preparation is made, the breakfast, a few texts from friends, ready she sighs, her new school, a new experience, friends she hopes to meet, and the teachers, hope they are good she prays. The effort made to educate and teach, the habits passed on, and the harvest down the line many years later.

Solomon was remarking on the cycle, how it begins, slowly, how influences are made, and the affect it has on those we meet. It was the story of old told another way. How we lay down steps from our actions, and the perspective of the student, who puts their trust in you.

There is a bad happening, the president is reacting, everyone is watching, how will he react they say. If he calls for thoughtful reflection he is considered weak, the usual mongrels only appreciate the hard talk, peace is for the weak ended. How those looking on behave as a result, after all, they have a students perspective, and try to trust in those that are teaching them.

The Rules

She nods, it’s her first day, she made an effort to look smart, neat but not too much, first day, she has to learn the rules. The long sweep of her head, she eyes her as if she’s a mannequin, well, all you will be doing is standing there dear, give them something to look at, distract them, she meant to say him, once he, she corrects, once they get a focus on you it’s easy to control the communication, she is going to be front desk material, it’s the public services desk of an airline, they mostly handle complaints, and women do it better, well, in law, you can’t argue or use language that might be considered biased, women have more thorns, more armor, put them in the front line, those who are protected, they are the rules.

Solomon recalled his father, on his knees, unpacking his luggage, as he had gone over the weight measure limit

and had to exchange stuff for the overhead. A tax on presents, the extra luggage you carry coming back. It was created by an accountant no doubt, a team of them, find areas where we can legitimately charge for, what about the others in the industry, the boss smiles, they are greedy too, they are the rules. Imagine the rules, you get to the heavenly gates, you pass your cards across the counter, and a bribe, a last minute promise, a donation to a popular charity, this will solve the problem. Peter sighs, know the rules, he points to a tablet of rock, points, the guest retches inside, the rules.

Ezra reborn

So much is stored up in blessings it’s a question of learning how to access it, words to those affect were told to Ezra, 2,7000 years ago, the intervention of God was there for all, it was just a question of letting God abide in you, it wasn’t that difficult to understand. Jesus comes along, 700 odd years later, explains in details, told through stories, there is a world that exists, it’s just that you need to make space for it, space for the light to live inside you, looking out and love, not crouch and hoard, welcome your brothers and sisters, and prepare to be surprised.

Solomon was trying to add explanations to the words of old, an amateur, he never studied philosophy, never studied the experts, lived for all it was when he could, added bits to the puzzle which he wanted to unravel, and came to one conclusion, how the heart is bypassed and the head becomes the main source of influence, the wrong order but the thinking is simple, the less of the heart the less of God there is in us all.

Ezra wrote it down, so Solomon and others, down through the centuries would read and re read those words, each one adding his bit to the puzzle, thereby increasing understanding, making the step up the hill to the summit all the bit easier. In a world that holds out perfection as the answer or the end result, they ignore the notion of being born again. Those words were used to remind us, we need to throw out what we know if necessary, and to fill ourselves with light. As each generation comes and goes, the understanding becomes clearer, and clearer, till we make the connection, so Solomon had learned from his experiences. Why are we saved from great tragedies, why do we under go stress filled experiences, what is it that rests deep inside us, is it the lives of all our descendants and what they experience, thoughts for a Monday, amen. We could all be relatives of Ezra!.