No sad eyes, no shook looks, no outer signs, just be kind, be good to those who do you harm, piety and prayer is useless if you abandon the poor, amen.
Martin Luther king, jimmy Hendrix, Joan of arc, hosts
Of others, Johnny cash, Michael Jackson,
the female martyrs, the men who went over the top,
The fields of Vietnam, the countries destroyed,
The brave spitfire pilots, the Indian tribes, the lost
Wisdom, the Inca’s, the few who survived,
the three Wise men, the prophets of old,
the mothers who struggle, many never had a chance,
the conceit of The powerful, the arrogance of their supporters,
Merry go round mentality, the road that never ends,
Celtic warriors of old, the truly regal beings, che
Guevara, a doctor with a heart, never gave Up,
the list goes on its endless, many millions sacrificed,
for something Worth waiting for, hoping defiant certain,
the current Conundrum, the indifferent classes,
women Fire constantly, the situation is untenable,
seeds of a current generation wither, and now we have
Raised the ire of God, and it’s understandable,
Children pouring their fears into the universe, the cries
Of the hopeless, it’s overwhelming, a cosmetic change,
Not really enough, young girl tied to a bed,
visited all Day, till there is nothing left,
caste inside she is dead, always been this way,
the poor will be poor, nothing that can be done,
the apathy of The talent, obviously God Most High,
well, assumes otherwise, being The one who plied us,
with gifts, games or no games,
For many it’s gone the wrong way far too long,
Change of direction, not a suggestion, well, the
Master is back as they say, and thinks otherwise,
Perhaps there are those who live Babylon wise,
What interest had they in love, don’t loot, yeah,
Just a few ideas to hurry you all along, amen.
You are in need of help, the world is a stew and you are part of it, where do you rest in this pot full of everything, the experiences of others feeding into your imagination, the constant pull, the ability to find a free space, sometimes the hardest thing of all. Spirit, then the good news story, the lift and the forward appeal, what is going to happen next.
You rise above the problem, but it is only a temp cease in the war, it’s not long before it starts up again, is there a cure for this you think, is there more you should be doing, you seek ways to make it a little better, but your head gets a battering, your friends say, why bother it’s not going to make a difference, for God sake will you go out and live, your life will be over before you even know it.
Solomon had the answer to problems, the problems with hunger, the problem with poverty, and he had encountered the “Great Spirit”, the ruler of all, what can be done he prayed, where are we going, this can’t be happening, how is it possible he yearned.
He goes to bed and rests, aware that the angels are all around, and wisdom too, such a wonderful woman, she knows the heartfelt secrets of everyone, no one fools her. In his dreams he can visualize the problem, wisdom does the rest, isn’t she wonderful, the 24/7 carer who never stops giving. By morning time the issue is the same as it always was in the time of Jesus, share, amen.
A smile on the face of the almighty, a child’s dream is made, a woman finds a safe refuge, how hard is that, little steps, all of them, amen. There is no pride in feeding the hungry, or helping the oppressed, it’s being responsible.
Questions you want to ask but never got a chance to utter, there are so many, relax, he puts a soothing arm on her shoulder, relax, you have all time time in the world, she smiles, she heard those words before, he nods,
“you like music?”
who doesn’t he sighs. He reflects on the time, it was a while back, early eighties, the peak musical years, inspiration was everywhere.
She is not wearing the heavy clothing or covered up, her face is radiant, she hardly recognizes herself in the reflection she makes in his eyes, is that me. It was the way she used to be, always happy, always content, until the years got older and she got wiser. There are lots of questions she wants to ask; what were you doing all those years, well, someone has to responsible, so everyone thinks.
Saint Peter comes into the interview room, he is carrying a tray, two glasses of Tea, Turkish style laughs Jesus, she takes one of the glass cups, sips delicately. Served by a man, that was not the way it was on earth. She wants to burst out the words, where were you, where were you, he hears her words before they are spoken, he nods in affirmation.
“I told them years ago, didn’t I make it clear, God is in all of you, you just had to believe!” I know I know she says, but she is still confused by the words, “in you”, what
did it actually mean, Jesus nods,
“The world we have is the world that is in the hearts of many, sadly what people want does not often include anything for anyone else, many times it’s just an after thought”
She is confused, she has all the prayers in her memory, the procedures, she ate the right food, washed according to customs, did everything as prescribed by the law. Jesus sighs,
“It got lost in translation” he sighed.
Neda had a hundred questions she needed to ask, but it was a sunny afternoon, Jesus was looking out the window, he would get to her questions later, for now, she had eternity to look forward to.
Is life too much, are you tired, have you had enough, can’t relax, is the world coming in on you, has the actions of the school children hit your mind, what they do to help the situation, the gun violence, how the media commentates, watches, while these young people stand up, is it not ironic, to think that it is always those who are at the cliff face, who act first.
So you want to do it better, you are looking for ways to help, you want to do your bit, your not sure, your the believer who wants to stand up, yet you don’t want to be noticed, inhibited, fearful, a first timer perhaps, well, a little ease of mind and healing will help you on the right path.
I was in a class for basic computers, I can conceive any number of services, online, but I too have to be humble, so I went back to the beginning, and listened, without bias. During a few free minutes, I came across the number, 432, it’s a part of my life, so i went to check it out, and this is what I found. Music.
I played it low during the class, it was an informal group, but the two hours passed unnoticed, and it was all calm. By the way, I am a perpetual student as stated above, a maturing
one I hope. If you or anyone needs calm and healing, this is a good start, amen.
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