Imagine It

If you could turn every one with evil intent into a babbling fool, just imagine it, their mouths pouring our dribble, imagine it. Solomon was recalling the story of old, the power of Great Spirit, the power the Child Jesus was gifted with. Casting out demons was on Solomon’s mind, the grudges, hatred, resentments that so many carried and found an opening at the wrong time. At least with alcohol you had to consume it first before you went on the rampage. With the silent resentments and hatreds stored within, (good reason or not, experience or what), once the topic was raised, accordingly, the partnering feelings rise with it, those deep seated feelings and anxieties, boom, the explosion, touchy feely they say, they being friends, they being polite. Imagine it, God Most High, who has heard it all, waiting for mankind to mature, the way a farmer waits, for the plant to give it’s full potential, imagine it, waiting for the day, when they would all realize that today was the day everyday, not the baggage you brought with you everywhere, smile, amen.

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The Stream

Nothing tasted better than breakfast, so he thought for a long time, the ache never left him, the feeling of hunger. They had struggled together, she was social for the first five years of his life, stamps coupons and charity, amen. He passes over the fresh warm toast, his mother accepts it, she smiles, my boy she says, my boy, even if he had a father, what did it matter, she was the one who reared one. There was no music her side of the family, he had a brother who was a guitar genius, her son’s father, maybe that was where he got the talent from. From the back of the big yacht, she lapped it up, admiring her life many years later, except for the one yearning in her heart, we could have had a few of them, them, her children. She settled for one when she could have had a stream, then again, all she ever wanted was one.

 

Her hands

she doesn’t grip the way she did before, it’s a struggle to open the blister pack but she manages. I need a cure, she sighs, she has a picture of him on her side board, what will i do, her hands. A radio blares to life, the neighbor next door is hard of hearing, so the music is up loud, not that again, then the tune begins, one they used to listen to, he passed away a year before and she misses him, your hands he used to say, they are so fine. They played piano so well, now they hardly worked, amen.

In the world of the old, it was lonely and hard to get on, lonely and afraid of the night, when she was with him, well she never had to worry. The tune plays on, the memory comes back, she hears a noise at the door, gets up slowly and pats over to the door, it’s James he says, he is her nephew, he has come to lend her his hands.

Many hands ease the load, many hearts working and the love flows.

Posturing

There is a crisis over there, over there, where Italy too, there, and also over there, everywhere you look, it’s changing, while some leaders posture, assuming they are immune from it all, there is no money for this, lets recommend some budget cuts, meanwhile our leaders, many of them, protect the off shore havens where trillions are stored, you can’t say that, what’s a few trillion dollars between a few friends. Donald announces a budget cut, the environment cutbacks are too much for america to bare, we can’t afford this, besides this environment thing it’s blown out of proportions, a couple of months later, the environment problem rises it’s head the Houston flood waters a timely reminder, as for that pipe under the sacred Sioux lands, it’s cheaper than going around the long way, Solomon shook his head, he encountered the Great Spirit, and many blessings flowed, evidence of a divine authority, as if we needed proof of how a beautiful flower was created, by accident  i suppose. Mother Nature as all spirits lived in some of us, as sure as Jesus said so clearly, God Most High is in all of us you just need to make room and abide in the ways of love.

America is being robbed by the low tax regimes, it’s time we took the money home, does that sound very Donald, seems he had a blind spot, convenient truth, he ignored the off share tax havens, that were stealing billions legally every living day. Well, if you believe in the law of God, one day you have to account for it all, amen.

Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, and so much more, and if that isn’t enough to convince you, well, think of the events that are recurring frequently, reform or there will not even be clean water left, amen.

Turn it around!

Moses is getting seriously anxious, he is approaching the river, what am i going to do if this don’t work, he looks at the wife, honey are you with me dear, she see’s the anxiety in his eyes, she pats him on the back, He never let you down before. The refugee cross’s the desert, there is water a half day ahead, he has a gathering with him, he is their friend and guide, they are depending on him. Moses stops at the river, turns around, the crowd is enormous, what now D

ear lord, what am i supposed to do, he has a semi panic attack, then hears the voice, just do as i instructed you to do, remember. The rest is history, David took on Goliath, what is that fool doing, who does he think he is, it will be entertaining at least says some of the others, i give him five minutes, can the giant run, maybe not. Sowing doubts, the mind was full of the threat of failure, failure. Solomon listened to the news, the risk of flooding in far off places, then sighed, storms were regularly turned around, you just had to have faith on a Jesus scale that’s all.

Were all these events warnings of the future, lessons in faith, lessons in reform, probably, well, he encountered the Holy Spirit, and he had never been let down himself since, well..only when he thought that he himself was in charge, pride i suppose, amen.

Donald has a plan…..

Sir, you just can’t abandon the united nations sir, it’s undemocratic answered his sidekick, a party pundit, but what could he say, chuckling, undemocratic, we are republicans after all. Donald was looking out the window of the tower, he preferred the furnishings there to the oval office, he was in his stocking feet, was feeling light of heart. War he said, while scanning the Manhattan skyline has been with us since the beginning almost, and the U.N. was set up to curb war, but it has not stopped one from where i am looking. it’s impossible, to accept there is nothing i can do about it, i’m president after all, one word from me and a war will start tomorrow, that isn’t wisdom, that is pure foolishness. A secretary was typing his mutterings, her fingers flying across her IPad, got that treacy he smiled, yes boss she replied, i also got a tuna sandwich for you later.

Donald smiled, i can always count on women, my mother he sighed, thinking of her.

Center for the prevention of war, make that C-pow for short. Eureka, that’s it. In a nutshell, there will be a body to prevent war, and a penalty for those who start them without consulting us, a big financial one. Great idea Mr President, who thought it sounded very cliched, C pow first war after.  The national debt was at twenty trillion, every modern country was in debt, a new start was needed, for everyone.

It was a simple idea, too simple almost. Solomon sighed, wasn’t that what Jesus said all those years ago, once you forgive that’s it ,amen, the end of hatred, the stuff that eats you from the inside, amen.

Being Responsible

We didn’t pollute the air, we didn’t spoil the oceans, we didn’t start wars, we didn’t cause anything, damn it Donald, what do you take responsibility for, Donald runs his hand threw his mop, still there he sighs, will look good

at the invitation dinner tonight. First impressions make a difference. From the top of the building there is not a chance of a flood, from the size of the army there is no threat, from the size of the 20 trillion overdraft, he chuckles at that one. No, we are not responsible for the polluted world, look, why worry, if we are cute we’ll blame the citizens of china, look at Russia he says, damn it, this is going to cost too much, can’t we talk about something else. The all present God, the consciousness of many, the voices of those is trouble, from the sewer that was created, are all wondering, when will Donald become responsible. Mother Nature cries out, the Almighty Father hears it, hears all of her petitions. Solomon sighed, we all have to be part of the clean up.

Storms turned around, weather, the chance to put things write, right, write. Did the people realize the potential of words. Solomon encountered it, and wondered why, it had not been made clearer. As the prophets of old did, we could all petition the divine True God, all we had to do was make the effort. Compassion, understanding, these were not price tags, money after all was printed with a machine, clean water, well, that was a different matter, just being responsible.