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.

 

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Understanding Compassion

You can’t look at me that way, you can’t come into the house and treat me like a slave, where did you learn such things. Another scene, they enter the club, the girls are toe rags, flash the cash, do what you like, you can get to humiliate them, they are so high, what does it matter, another man’s daughter. The thought never hits you, just legs and a bush, and time to get excited, someones daughter, what planet are you on.

He twists in the bed, the thoughts run around his head, getting older, he can sense the future, what if, the big question on the minds of many, is their really a Messiah and a God, he is soaked in sweat, what the blazes are you thinking Roy, this is insane he says, talking himself through his personal nightmare. Who can say no to God, well, many have said no to good, he twists in the bed. They sleep in separate beds, have been a long time. I loved her then, then, well, I do love her now, he is not sure, what was he hiding from all his life. She loved him anyway, and if he wasn’t busy in the passion department he was always a great father. She never told him, she realized his quirky ways, fell in love with them, the sexual world was never her thrill, she was always a mother in the making, and compassion is her way, way she treats the world.

Solomon wondered how many folks were having the what if moment, the signs were all pointing up, and the old guard were being swept aside, a new understanding was gaining a hold, and the plans of the extremists were about to implode. A man in power wore all the faults of the human race, went through the entire fault spectrum, warts and all, and the opposition hadn’t laid a punch on him, seemed as if he was holding up the proverbial mirror. Solomon smiled, who could have wrote the script, a pope from the edge of the world, Islamic leaders driving change, and a very open society in the Irish republic, a far cry from the closed days of doom and gloom that used to be preached, and the women who left many shores in order to find freedom.

Understanding Compassion was a topic on the minds of many. The light of divine intervention was making it clear; we are tenants in someone else’s vineyard.

Davos and Divorce….

Is either good for us, at least a divorce can help you get out of an abusive relationship, even if the lawyers are the only ones left satisfied, the big smile, what can I do for you, ah, you’ve split up, lets see how we can divide the assets, I hope you have a good accountant too, Davos is a bit like the lawyer part, every year they discuss the well being of the world, the financial well being, no wonder they don’t invite Spiritual leaders, maybe next year, when they come to terms with divine intervention, the stuff they can’t control, and need help with, enough said about Davos. If money can be printed, it can’t be that bad, it’s just a case of who is printing the money, well, when you get into debt that is astronomical, no one is ever going to challenge you, unless you have not too much, then it’s safe to challenge you, the market won’ get upset, even Tigers need a balanced diet.

The oceans, acidic, the environment for children growing up, toxic, so many worthy topics, none of them financial, yet Davos persists, the welfare of the world, not ignoring the billion of so souls living with a disability as the journalist in the paper said, (don’t take credit for the efforts of others, it does not go down well in high places) well, does anything come as close as the welfare of our living environments.

Solomon was looking at the poster, he was in the old church, an Indian Prophesy, what happens when there is no space left to exploit, where do you stop, back track, and all the Davos community can talk about, the financial system, same as spoiled children with too many toys, immune from outside influence, until they have to live in it. Perhaps it’s old prophesy repeating itself, well, at least we have precedent to help us, and remind us too, Goliath, didn’t get the victory expected, the story of our times.

The thousands of fine lives stolen in their prime, cause they said stop, Solomon sighed, as the words came to him, he knew he was getting the help from above, and that was beyond understanding, In Davos, and many other places, amen. The men in Davos, seemed to be touting nationalism, in affect, seeking an effort to rehash the harm many of them already caused for opportunity purposes, well, if your busy as they say, ……

So Talented….

Look what I can do, the others in the group, half admiring half envious, she plays the first few notes, her fingers roll across the keys, the melody sweet but up tempo, she moves her sticks with ease. The piece ends, there is awe in their eyes, it was more than they expected, she is getting better, there is interest in far off places, and she has had a few offers already, but she is patient, doesn’t want to rush into things, has done that in the past . She recalls the history of Elvis, his instant success, the path to fame, the illusion of Fame, and his early death. Her talent comes from a far off place, she has always had faith, wasn’t sure what it was, till she practiced, found she could change the mood around her, few understood, why was she so shy.

Solomon sighed, what is talent for, bridge building comes to mind, there is so much difference between so many of us, all of us relying on the same environment, while fighting for the resources that sustain us, the race to get numbers in the account, the priority, not wisdom, but we are easily swayed, the forecast of a storm, the rush to the grocery store, the madness, food stuffed in case the world ends, sheep.

The little monkey is fifty feet up, swinging branch to branch, reaches for invisible leaves, not afraid of falling, rarely does, the bird can spot the fish four feet below the surface of the water, the beady eye does the calculations, uses the calculator in the head, does the math, never went to school, does the dive, and in seconds the wriggling fish is in it’s claws, talent, ever wonder where it comes from, the bird can see the crumb, picks, can spot trouble coming, waits till the final second, just lifts up, no engine or starter motor, just rises, talent, human opinion, we are in a slow boat in deed, amen.

Jesus said we are Gods, it is inside you, forgive and don’t put weight on your soul, it only sinks you. We sure do an awful lot complaining if the bribe is a good one. and those who are vulnerable, nearly all of us, are easily fooled. Solomon was recalling, there was so much wisdom out there, but as Jesus said, the example of many is not worth a damn, amen.

Train Sets and timetables…

She waits on the platform, checks her watch again, he’s late, but she’s not worried, he is aboard, the last time they met, was at a station just like this. her eyes are anxious, the wait has been long, the hour of arrival has passed, damn those railroad engineers, will they ever get their times right, same as asking all women to give birth at eight in the morning, so the rest of the workers can get on with it, she sighs, here it comes, the light is coming near, she can relax. Solomon sighed, wasn’t life like a train, you wait on the platform, waiting for ever it seems, then the light comes, and suddenly all you thought of, becomes more than real, cause you can feel it. How many had been patient for so long, the efforts of so many, the givers, their patience extended to the lengths of the earth. Smile, the time he encountered the Spirit, real time, it’s on the way, and so the changes are coming, and what is the driving energy, real time love. He heard the sigh in the heart, the words hit the insides that no other gift can give, the miracle of the Spiritual over the material, worth waiting for too….as for those who control, what grief, to think there is Heaven, welcome aboard dudes, I hope you have all been loving…

Oil King…

We make decisions based on wrong and right, it’s black and white, the words sound good, the others in the room nod their heads, well said sir, we don’t make decisions based on the wealth we are entitled to, Solomon sighed, the boss see’s it rather different, what was your responsibility sir. How often they went to war to enrich the few, their sidekicks in place, preparing the contracts before the war even begun, sad but true, nothing escapes the boss you see.

The rhetoric was well rehearsed, the spin doctors well paid, the feel good, that was all that mattered, the blue shirt worker nods his head as he sips his beer, has seen so many jobs disappear to overseas lands, someone has to put an end to it, the rhetoric he hears goes down well, the PR guy smiles, this is working Bob, great cheers, they hide their ill gotten gain overseas, in places few ever heard about, the oil company president is in a great mood, we have to give those spin doctors something extra, he doubles their bonus’s.

At the gates of heaven, the financial elite arrive, they push their way to the top, we have special passes they say, Saint Peter is not impressed. He has the inside story, the reasons they tried to justify war, and how they sold it to the public, no can do he says, but they insist, they show their passes, forgeries mutters Peter.

How many sold out, for the money they were about to make, no can do, there are strict rules to entry, into the house of God, it’s this simple: what did you do for love?

In the furnace, the heat is searing, no relief, a glass of water please, the oil baron calls out to saint Peter, could you send them a warning, please he begs, Peter sighs ,it’s the same as global warming, they only listen when it’s the end.

 

 

Lazarus overhears the conversation, i told you so he says to his real friends…..

Scream and Shout….

Do you love me, do you do, run faster Mr Murphy, the sargent is screaming at the new recruits, do you think this is christmas, this is war he shouts, many years later, the old marine recalls the training, the mental stress that was applied, the shouting, the taunts, the bear with us awhile, it will only make you stronger, the words ring bells in his head many years later.

Solomon sighed, spoilt for choice, bored, the excess’s they have to go to, as if they are children with too much free time and money to spend. He recalled the child, tensed up in the corner, eyes wondering, eyes deep in it’s head, as if all life had been taken away, the child does not understand the screams and the shouts, it sure wasn’t this in the beginning, it was sootihng he recalls, they were nice to him…but he is slowing getting used to it, and the Spirit inside is being battered. Meanwhile..

Conscientious mary is at a rally, something to do with christmas songs, and how inappropirate the lyrics of some, they have to be changed to suit the political thinking of the moment. It’s so important to attend the rally, you never know who you might meet afterwards, there might even be a party. Solomon raised his eyebrows to the headline, a christmas song of old, made references to a cold night, and a cosy meeting of a man and woman on a cold christmas night, song idiots decided there was a threat to humanity in the words, another notion of political mad thinking. In the old days, ancient days, language had many meanings, violence meant strength, virgin meant woman without child, and as for other sensibilities, you don’t have to dig.

His Father screams at him, go to bed, your not getting supper till you learn math…