The Singing Sisters

By Jeff Karoub, Associated Press ANN ARBOR TOWNSHIP (AP) – The members of Dominican Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist, silently filed into the chapel. Within minutes, they were singing — first in unison, then in a transfixing, layered harmony that reverberated off the marble floors, wood-paneled walls and cathedral ceiling. The evening prayer…

via No Sister Act: Nuns’ Album Tops Charts In Time For Christmas — CBS Detroit

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Give Thanks – a re blog

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day; yesterday’s post is still on my mind. I’m grateful for the poem that was in me, grateful for words to tell you about this episode in my professional life, and grateful to be who I was and still am. A tough old cookie. A highly sensitive and intuitive wise woman. A […]

via Surely goodness and mercy…. — Telling the Truth

The Soul Train

You mean all that stuff is true he asked, the soul train is a connection of working souls, joined together in common purpose, they accept the wisdom of God smiled the old man. The young boy looked at the old man, haggard and worn, the night was cold and the dark was closing in. On his way back from the store, he encountered this lively man with the light eyes. The boy stopped, the old man was seated on a bench, was shivering from the conditions, another long night and the hope of tomorrow, a maybe.

Where you going to stay for the night he asked? The old man smiled, i’ll find a place, on the soul train replied the boy. They made their way down the street, there was a shed out the back of the house, neat and free from the chill, it won’t matter spoke the boy, who told the old man it was going to be fine, he might even be getting a bowl of soup. A blanket, a pillow, a space for the night, the soul train continued that evening, in the heart of the boy that cared. When did you meet me Lord, it was the question that would be on the lips of everyone who asked him

, amen.

Pass in on

She screams and screams till she can’t scream at all, she is practicing for the roaring Olympics, winners get to pass on their DNA. The habits we acquire, each generation has it’s traits, it began with the time of Jesus, when he brought the Spirit into the world, I hear you he says, who needs laws, hasn’t religion divided us for too long, the wars that are fought to express it, our point of view. Why you can’t live without it, it’s very simple, do you want a world controlled by strongmen and those who crave

power, or do you want a world controlled by love, i.e., the way an average home used to be, a sanctuary.

Solomon heard the arguments, and the way the law of the jungle was rolled out to appease argument, same law and mindset, that helped end the life of many premature babies, they won’t be strong, they will be a burden to you, they won’t live fulfilled lives, the assortment of arguments, and the best of all, it’s your life after all, pass it on, it’s your right. Well, Solomon had the news many didn’t want to hear, The God of Heaven is real, and life is a gift, pass it on before you get distracted again.

There’s a line of coke on the table dude, hurry up, nice view he thought, who needs God!.

Daphne Carauna Galizia

Journalist is blown to bits, investigating off shore corruption, and pay off, her death is reported, it’s another truth seeker cut down, during a week when the sexual interests of Hollywood’s elite comes into focus. Movies open our minds, they blur us, entertain us, and when it’s run it’s course, it’s replaced. Heroic journalist identifies theft, is aware how corruption steals from the poorest first, so she spends her life doing something about it. Every day, a new actress come forward, fills the airwaves. each day they get braver, more stories. All the while, the story of Daphne is pushed to the side. They all have accountants telling them, off shore is where it’s at, it’s legal and 100% safe, no walls, sound proof till death almost. So that’s where you stash the cash. The accountant is a Hero for giving them such great advice. The powerful and the elite hide the wealth in these places, tax wise, they don’t want attention drawn to this murky form of theft. They don’t want a repeat of the panama papers, who needs a global investigation into this legal form of theft.

Solomon imagined the time, when the off shore practices were banned entirely. That time was coming faster than a H

arvey.

The lamb

 

he shares easily and she knows it, he’s the lamb on the table, he is the meal at the end of the day, whoever provides the resources wins all the accolades, the reaction to the doner as temporary as an umbrella on a rainy day, once the rain is over there will be no use for it, once the money is gone the same reaction will be disappointing again

, the lamb never knows until they have him, and then he is gone. Life is like that sighed Solomon, impatience then assistance then deliverance from what there was, depends where you lie at the moment, are you a farmer or are you just another ram. The expression was a surprise, it wasn’t something unexpected, but the mask fell from the face, he could see clearly behind it, this was not a place for lambs, neither was the city for the new arrival or the refugee.

society was layers of folks, each trying to get to the next level, once the resources were secure, they were no different to those they complained about, it was something human and it was not very humanizing, amen. The face of the deceiver, could be a lamb one moment a demon the next, did everyone change as soon as the situation improved, the only thought more of the new lets forget about where we came from, was that it, amen.

My Interest

My interests he asked, it wasn’t the question she was prepared for, my interests, she didn’t want to be evasive, it was not the question you hear on a first date. Why is he asking me, she makes for the bathroom, her I –

phone is with her. She texts a girlfriend while sitting on the loo, he asked me this what am i supposed to say to him, he’s cute. Between the piddle and the text she gets a few suggestions back. Being honest she didn’t know her own interests, tended to follow the herd, what most did in fact, the road of least resistance. It was now answer time, she comes back smiling, her lipstick is done up, she pouts a fiery smile, hoping it will distract and point him to the late night entertainment, my interests, he sounds as if he wants to get to know me, what was i thinking. She orders them a double sambuca, and another, soon they will stagger from the restaurant, …..but you still haven’t answered my question, what are your interests, he poses the question dressed in her bathrobe, while they discuss the coffee on the table.

Solomon sighed, God knows you from what you practice, amen.