Society has created a series of loopholes and excuses and future excuses to justify all that is unwell with the rearing of children, it’s the facts, sorry to offend thee. We are more interested in what other nations are doing, always pointing the finger, it would be worse if they lived over there, that’s the same as telling the child in the bad neighbourhood he’d have more comfort living in Beverly Hills. The madness of it all will bring about the downfall of society, as God Most High has warned, and if you are a suffering child, an enslaved woman, a hungry mother with children to feed, a father without work, a truth chaser, it wont happen soon enough. This is the reality of the times we live in, all is changing, and it’s happening faster than anyone could have imagined. Real change that is meaningful only happens from the top down, even if the pressure from the bottom is what forces the volcanic change required. Laugh if you want, the world won’t change because of one mans ideas, well, the world was created simply, can be extinguished as simply too, no pun intended, just trying to be persuasive as regards the power within us all, the first step of a child, the first time a lawyer tells the entire story, the first time a man is honest with his wife, there is always a first time. When you lie on the bed and it’s near the end, you’ll have so many thoughts you’ll never share and wished you did. Is it possible to shut off the flow of love, it seems it is for many, maybe we should try a little harder, amen.
She runs to the shelter, there is no space, she goes home again gets her faced pushed in, no resources available to tend to her needs, while 25 trillion rests off shore, the story goes on, the children witness the slaughter, their minds forever spoiled, this is love the little boy thinks, does the same when the passions run dry, many years later it’s repeated. Solomon was asking, the emotional words that pour out, the tears in the eyes, the TV cameras and the lies, a tissue, a wipe and they are forgotten, till the next opportunity arrives. The shelter cost so little to run, volunteers mostly, and help from the government, well, when families break up the economy thrives, why put an end to such a thing, it will cost us jobs as well. Solomon sighed, they could have purchased the opium crop in afghanistan for a tiny fraction of the security budget allocated, cost jobs there too if they ever did something about it. Send them a message dear Father. Solomon read the warnings, the time was now, put an end to the extremists and let families live again.
Meanwhile, so many talent given souls fill the off shore hideaway with their spoils, while the small child cowers in the corner, his little hands over his eyes, while Dad beats mammy to a pulp, what a legacy to leave given the talent freely received, amen.
The hawks of war lighten up, they are using our armaments again, more profit they smile, as the blood of their efforts fall on defenseless children, while they hide behind protected walls, immune from the harm they cause. Solomon sighed, he had a visit from above, they are all being marked, their poison scheme advisers
as well, poor judgement, putting so much harm in peoples way, they didn’t understand, well, that was the excuse they were going to use, amen.
It’s a beautiful day, the days events point that way, everyone is dressed to the nines, and that means there is going to be a party, a celebration. She peers out the window, there is an emptiness inside, the heart cannot lie no matter how much we pretend, the distractions of wealth and fame can’t fill the void inside. She appears beautiful, she is, but feels dirty inside, the heart has not been nourished for a long time. You will get over it her father says, everyone does. In an hour, her father will be with his mistress, and in the space of an hour will get his immediate thrills, forget about it, till the next fix is required.
Solomon sighed, they use, they abuse, they provide all sorts of poisons, it’s the way, or the way they have been
conditioned to think. The males just find the fix easier, the vulnerable young women they meet, and others they think they can use. Solomon called them demons. How the princess would swap it all for inner happiness, but wasn’t that the message of Jesus, there is another way. He was mocked regularly for stating his faith, for stating that Love was the way to the Father. But Jesus said the very same, he was in good company. The night he was visited by Holy Spirit changed the world, it was the proverbial landline to God, stay in the zone and be amazed, he is every single day, amen.
A walk to the market, sizing the veggies, she feels them, feel ok, drops them in the bag, a short walk, health and well being on her mind, she feeds people, wants to make them feel well, it’s a struggle sometimes, but she perseveres. The half hour over the boiling pot, the regular twist of the spoon, doesn’t want it to get too lumpy, dips her finger in, tasty, she wants a little more spice, just enough never too much, you can add more yourselves later. She watches the door, they will be in soon, lunchtime, she knows who is well and who needs extra, she has a heart that tells her she is a mother, her food is prepared that way. amen.
She puts on her robes, dresses the traditional way, covers up. Women pass her on the street, they look at her, odd they think, who’d want to cover up. She spends five minutes preparing to go out, they spend an hour worrying about how they look, who was covering up. She doesn’t seek the admiring glances of men, she has no intention to tease. It’s odd she thinks, the way some seek the attention, when they ought to seek happiness. One day they will understand.
the child comes homes after school, the welcome is personal, his mother is waiting for him, They discuss the school, what did you learn today, no stones no anxieties, they chat about the news, he tells her what he is doing, about the school trip next week. She smiles as she watches him leave the dining room, he is heading off to see friends.
The morning is a rush, they rush will begin in less than an hour, and they have to travel. They both “work”, and across town takes at least a good half hour. Come on Johnny hurry up, come on, you’ll be late, will you get your son to move she sighs, she has an early meeting, it’s her review. he rushes cereal, take it with you, she hands him a fruit bar, come on, hurry up, we’ll be late. They bunch into the van/car.
Perception sighed Solomon, there were those who thrived on attention, and those who suffered on account of the lack of it. One day they’d learn. If they gave half the attention to what was important, what a difference it would make. Imagine, going down the street, and everyone looking at the faces rather than the rear ends, where did that idea come from, cover up I suppose. Happy B day.
scream, it’s not the neighbors, again, turn the TV up darling, who wants to listen to that, he flicks through the channel, will they ever give up, he’ll be thrashing the furniture next, broke a few vases last week. i’m going to report them for disturbing us, if the keep this up you wont have to, call out loud, who are you kidding, they will only call trouble, amen. Young child, young woman, young man, young, you can be eighty with the feelings you had at sixteen, the anxiety that you store inside.
Solomon wondered how hard it was for some to call out, the trapped souls, the trapped inside, the worry, the reaction of neighbors, the feeling of vulnerability and how others react to it, just one of those days. Everywhere there was vulnerable there came the vultures. I was time the human race reconciled itself, they were all in the boat together, and he had seen the round cloud and a few other ones. Numbers were repeating, it was going on for a few years, he wondered about the others too, had they not noticed. Amen. It was time to call out loud, the power of God Most High is within reach, heaven exists, amen.