Wine

Good for the digestion, it slows you down, can be enjoyed with a friend, you don’t tend to guzzle it, has been around a long time, and if it’s good, it’s the skill of the winemaker, along with the weather.  Solomon sighed, a face, those were the days, no routine, a late start, the creation of a real Spiritual world, well being in the hearts of the guests. How we treat others, and how it affects us, the ricochet affect. Rich man is talking of poverty, explains the needs, makes clear cut points, seems wise, but when it comes to passing the wine, it’s to those who can do favors for him, making his words hollow in the hearts of those who actually listen.

Solomon read an article of news, a corner piece, the Pope had 5,000 to dinner, fed them, the menu exciting, and in his address, he explains clearly, those who have excessive wealth in times of great need, have to share it, if they are to call themselves believers, share the wine. How many speeches and great words sound empty ,when the actions of the same mouths don’t comply with their words, bitter wine in the mouth of many.

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Mexican Stand off’s, Berlin Walls, and Donald’s tweets….

Let us in, the emigrants roar, let us out the voice soars, where’s my candy shouts Donald, are they listening, who communicates in sound bytes, and thinks it’s communication, it’s the same as a cattle driver whipping up the sheep. So many strings being pulled, the markets in turmoil, insider information being used, just trying to fool us all. you can’t dress like that, what did you expect, if I go out like you, everyone will ignore me, catch 22, who is going to sort out this. Books, the wisdom within, and the pressure from social media, that fills your head, where will you get the space. By the time you figure it out, you’ll be in your seventies, meanwhile they will be all laughing at you, why did you bother.

Solomon sighed, where was simplicity, so many ways to get rich, it’s usually a case of using others, sometimes it’s talent and skill. There had been great events, Miracles, the unexplained happenings in the Sky, world leaders talking gibberish, just like one of those comic movies, who could believe it. Feed the thirsty, look after the aged and widows, care for children, don’t be greedy, and be kind to your neighbor and don’t judge, the wisdom of Love, do these things and God will be there too. Instead, ego’s chasing the headlines, sorrowful outpourings that will be non stories within a day, it’s a world going crazy sighed Solomon, in other places, not at home. The number of great wonders pointed out to great happenings in the Heavens, remain firm he sighed, it was all happening as said in the ancient texts, amen.

Hollywood is Burning….

What, the old man tries to raise his head, hearing is poor, what you say, Hollywood is burning, the words mean nothing to him, he is in a hospital bed. His daughter is reading the paper to him, she is trying to keep him interested, it’s the anniversary of his wife’s death too, he seems to be wondering about her, there are tears in his eye, slow weepy tears, tears of regret, you say something about Tom Hanks, the green mile being his favorite movie, No Dad, Hollywood is burning, he still doesn’t understand. No Spider man to rescue him, no superman to help him, no Iron man either, just the help of the public hospital and those who fund it, Hollywood, the word is one he associates with the lives of others, Hollywood always burned, burned into his memory.

Tom Hanks is thinking of running for President Dad, what do you think of that, do you hear me, Tom  Hanks is running for President, the old mans ears prick up, a crease covers his brow, you mean Donald Trump is dead, his eyes are open. No Dad, Donald Trump is in Paris, it says so in the papers, he’s at the George Cinq, where the paper says it costs $3,000 a night. The old man shakes his head, the election promises, the blue collar man’s friend, blue collar fraud, when an old man can’t find a hospital in his neighborhood and has to travel twenty miles to find a room to die in.

The daughter looks anxiously at her beloved Dad, she wants him to cheer up, give him a happy thought. There’s a Marilyn Monroe movie on tonight. His eyes widen, a round smile fills his face. his eyes twinkle, he turns his head to the side, looks at his youth, and says, I drove her in my cab once, and she left me a fifty dollar tip, some broad he says. His daughter nods, she has heard the story fifty times, it makes him smile. Hollywood was alive then he sighs…

Fires and Pilgrims

Fire men head in one direction, from the other side of the fence, the freedom train moves, well, it’s the promised land, and there is no turning back, it’s quite a conundrum, what is there to go back to, a troop of soldiers are sent to desist them, billionaires who claim a godly connection, talk up all sorts of harm, one day they will be at heavens door, mercy they will ask, what do you suppose the response will be, did you feed me when I was hungry, did you abuse the gifts I gave you, what did you do for my creation, you use the book to convince others your one of mine, but your actions don’t add up, all you can do is balance the cash, do you think that is good enough.

He Gets a heart attack. is rushed to the Hospital, the family gather, they are going to pray, he was so merciful they say, well, they say that about themselves all the time, Mother Nature has a world view they would never accept, whatever, they only listen when they are in trouble, no less.

Solomon sighed, there were millions of migrants on the move, wasn’t it telling, so few controlled so much of the resources and what did they do, it was very plain to see, if only they were considerate and were wise, what a difference it would be. The rain stops, the sun comes out, the financial barons, worry day and night, the market is not moving as it’s supposed to, if they were wise, they might look up and see that the stars have moved too, that’s far more problematical, that’s real. Meanwhile troops man the border, while they are needed in other places, just to do what exactly, the center of hope for migrants once, but not anymore, the dream is over, the spin they put on it.

 

More Valued Than Gold…

Mavis is laughing, her gummy mouth is in the shape of an arc, She can’t believe her nephew’s story, he is not sure how to re act, I just got the sack and she is laughing. It’s the first time she heard something so silly, it brings her back to a time, they were part of a crowd, all girls, Elvis had come to town, boy she wished she’d legs worth looking at. God can do anything, she hears the voice, did you say something, Jimmy shakes his head, raises his eyebrows, the old dear is losing her head, it won’t be long now he sighs to himself. Mavis listens to the voice in her head, she can’t stop smiling, is it you she sighs, she recalls her deceased husband, jimmy assumes she is totally loosing it, well, something they have in common, both on the loosing side.

 

It’s mid day, the trolley girl comes in, Mavis your looking an awful lot better she says, Mavis smiles. He’s my nephew she says, her voice clear, and precise, not the usual slow hiss. Marion, the nurse, looks at Jimmy, you have a talent for waking the Spirit, maybe you have a talent for that she says. She is cute he thinks, he is nearly afraid to look her in the eye, they might ban him from the old folks home, he gets over the thought, Maybe that is not a bad idea he replies, I just lost my job…

Mavis hears the voice in her head, God Most High can do anything, you just have to believe.

as Old as rare gold….

 

Your not supposed to look at the legs, it’s why we are sacking you Mr Smith, what am I going to tell Mavis, Mavis being his girl, well, 89 she is an old girl. Jimmy Smith, her nephew, young and naive, didn’t read the new regulations, no looking at girls in the office anymore, it’s offensive, he’s not impressed, what will I tell Mavis. There is no one else he can tell, and she is deaf.

Her head is shrunk, the skin is tight, old age has got a hold of her, and her time is near, so she believes, depressed, wanted to do more, the nursing home she lives in, is waking up, another drowsy sleep, she thought all night about the stuff she used to be able to do, in between the screams of some of those inside, it feels like a prison camp, maybe it’s getting old. Don’t forget Mavis, God Most High can do anything, she hears it inside her head, medication.

The door opens, the trolley girl as she calls her comes into her room, a nurse with an assortment of medication. She mixes the tablets with some soft food, open up Mavis, the nurse says, with a hand behind her back, she helps Mavis raise her head, it’s easier to swallow, two spoons, the medication is gone, so is the Trolley girl, doing the rounds

Stop for a moment will you!

I was enjoying this, he looks over his shoulder, turns away from her, his hold still on her, the evening news is on, the results of the mid terms, I don’t believe it she says, wow, Mitch Romney won a seat in the Senate, I thought he retired years ago, the time Obama beat him, The O word, it only relights his anxiety, the thrill he gets beating women, okay she says, you can start beating me again, he continues his strangle hold, nice one he says, catches her clean on the face, at least the children are at school, they won’t see the state of their mother’s face, that’s what they have make up for

, so they can hide behind it. The beatings are as common as breakfast, it’s a family tradition, and because it’s a domestic, it does not alarm the neighbors, they are only afraid of thieves, besides, when the hammering goes on, they usually rise the volume, it doesn’t last more than five minutes, pity she ain’t McGregor, she’d get paid for it.

Domestic violence, and the way it fills the prison system, has done for centuries, the foundations they say are everything, well, if daddy did it, it has to be okay. How many had to live that situation. The preacher is telling the gathering about the reading, its’ a 3,000 year old script, he is trying to get the point across, a good presentation. In the audience, 20% of the women have suffered domestic, but it’s so endemic, well it’s no cause for alarm, the men it seems, like all that weird stuff online, can’t seem to help it, poor things, they’d follow any habit so long as their was a thrill in it.

Solomon sighed, just a prayer, where is this stuff coming from, where were the habits formed, what family life is worth a daily reminder of hell, he sure couldn’t imagine Jesus there before them all, smiling and sighing, he’d have sent the Spirit it, and that would have been that, the reminder they would get, every time they raised their hand in violence. There was a lot to learn. With Christmas fast approaching, many just wanted peace at home, no more the bully. As for those who traded and encouraged, the perversion of the young, words are too impossible to find, to imagine some, trying to profit from the sexpolitation of children, many mere toddlers was beyond comprehension, wasn’t it time they got the alarm call, while those who were trying to put a halt to such horrors, got the insight they needed. A prayer does the business, at least the Spirit within him would be on the case, amen.