The Pearly Gates Moment….

Getting ready to have the last breath of this world, preparing for the graduation ceremony, you feel the heat, there is a slight panic, you are nervous of course, you have been practicing for this moment all your life, the beats intensify, the moment is near, what will the first question be, you go through the check list ,pass that one, won’t answer the section on charity, give the envy part a miss, you are running out of options, only because you are nervous, but you have been a good student all your life, bing, the machine goes dead, your in forever land, the land is green, there is brightness in one part, you see your friends who passed the test, over in the other corner, those you want to forget, some who wanted to forgive, did i pass the test. St Peter opens the Gate, he scans your soul, what state is it in, did you learn anything he asks, why you ask a question like that, Peter shakes the head, didn’t they tell you, life is a learning experience, not a day trip. You can’t find your voice, but it doesn’t matter, the scan is going fine, no major cracks on the disk, at least they can make sense of it. From around the corner a voice calls out, did you find one

yet, Peter turns his shoulder, not yet, but it’s getting closer. The pearly gates moment, what a day, amen.

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Addiction

Can’t fill the gap inside, it’s impossible, can’t, I am going to throw up, she is on her feet and moving, not too bad he smiles, geeing up her Spirits. She is seriously wobbly, will collapse at the first obstacle, he holds her arm, he is leading her to the toilet. Spittle at the edge of the mouth, her hair once lush, has thinned out, he waits outside the door, making gestures to himself, this too will pass. Alcohol addiction, what a curse. He listens while she washes up, readies the energy, she will require his time for a few days, in order to get over the worst of it. The nerves will settle, it’s just the encouragement she needs at the start.

The bathroom door opens, there is a smile on her face, the same smile you would imagine on a small baby, after taking it’s first steps, i did it I did it, you sure did he sighed, how easy was that, a little effort, a smile on a face. She makes it back to the bedroom, her glass of water is half full, she will want a refill. A loud sigh, she is between the covers, food he asks, she shakes her head, I will get you a glass of water instead. He leaves the room, ventures to the kitchen, takes a deep breath, slogans come to mind, he makes an effort to ignore them, refills the glass, heads back up the stairs. She is sleeping, day one over he sighs, while leaving the glass on the bedside locker.

With a little help from you friends sighed Solomon, and it’s easy to overcome, an addiction.

Up or Down….

Did it matter, they were watching from the shadows, the coins in their pocket jingle, reminding them, there was more where that came from, eyes that pierce. He held the audience, they listened to his words, there was only one of him, they were plenty, how was he able to do it, they were getting angrier by the day, as he stole their claim on them.

Solomon was watching the old clint movie, the “pale rider”, the community miners, and the big business interest, and the conflict. As they stood together, they were strong, alone you were vulnerable, same as a woman on a late night street unlit, there is a threat. In the world of image, where appearances count for so much, did it really matter, where you came from, so long as you stood together. It was the sign of the believers, they did not make comparisons between each other, they worked on helping each other.

It made the actions of Jesus all the more remarkable, under constant threat, he beleived in the Father, and they were not able to do anything.

The Gasping Fish

Johnny trout is gasping, he is finding it hard to breath, another ton of garbage slides off the trawler, big chunk of toxic waste, boy the neighborhood has changed. Yo bro, his cousin calls him over, what is wrong with you, i can’t breath, his cousin sighs, when did you notice it, it has been going this way for years, light weight, what a cod!

Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, remind them Dear Father, they have to do a clean up, and the children are over stressed to, they can’t cope and they hide their ways, the others, wonder if they get away with it, remind them Please, before they turn the oceans to waste.  Solomon sighed, that will get their minds moving, his prayers being heard that’s all, the day of the excuse was finally over.

Ministry of Sounds

 

Can’t sound it, sound, action to her, affects inner harmony, will I get up, she glances at her I-phone. To others it seems extravagant, to her a diagnostic tool, she’s a locum. Irritating, will I.  Her shift starts in, she dips her eyes on the phone, she is precise, a trainee surgeon, doing the steps. Her fingers are long and graceful. Where they have been; last evening, inside the chest of an elderly man, noise disappears, music again, continues reading. She lives in a three room, ignoring the bathroom; everyone has one of those, as vital as a healthy rectum.

 

Am I Doing it Right He asks….

Am I doing it right, he didn’t need to ask, the results did the talking, the child was bursting and smiling, his head at his shoulders, turned back, eyes gleaming, giving everyone who passed, a smile and a gaze, put them in a good mood, apart from frighten them maybe. A three year old driving a car,

 

the child would never forget it, and would have them in circles, despite the challenges, the coldness of the heart, suddenly defrosted, it was impossible not to be happy. The zealots were on the rack for this , as it brought out a smile from the heavens, and an awful lot more, this he was certain of. Their fate their ignorance, so be it, amen, mind those walkers kid, am I doing it right he asks?

 

Solomon was putting the angels in the breach; few children put a smile of such proportions on the boss’s face and everyone else in the vicinity. And since then they played snakes and ladders, intentionally trying to curb his spirit

, not his, but the Holy Spirit, Solomon wondered, the demon must have been fairly desperate, to even attempt such a thing, and fooled many into believing him, it’s what demons do he supposed, amen.

 

In the name of the Holy One, and only that, could mountains be moved, if you believed? He’d seen storms turn around, saw what was deemed impossible, amen.

He’d the scars to remind, and he would be always in debt for it, rescued so often, not that it enriched him, he could have, but held out to the end, and the end was eternity, something’s are worth waiting for, not many, but when it rustles the heart as well, it is hard to disagree with it, and

 

who’d disagree when you had it, the approval from on high.

Remember Neda

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Gun violence was in the news, the school children causing a riot, stirring up the temperature, putting themselves on the line, they can’t shoot children they thought. Neda, the young woman shot during the Iranian Revolution, it’s Easter, Solomon remembers.

The camera rolls while her life ebbs away, let the cameras’ roll, make my life count for something, she gasps reaching for air, knowing that very shortly she would be taking her last. Solomon imagines the last minutes of Jesus, the prisoners by his side asking questions, what sort of question would Neda have asked.

With her last few breaths, all she wants, is for the world to be aware of what is going on, the lives being stolen, the imprisonment of a nation, let the camera roll she says, then dies. So her spirit is taken up to Heaven, she meets old friends, deceased relatives, friends, then she spots Jesus, what would she say;

“they were not allowing us to live, enjoy beauty, it was as if these men were afraid of themselves” she says

“I know I know” he says with a smile on his face. he is glad she is there, there is a lot of explaining to do.

“It happened all over the place, they just enjoyed the control of women, that’s it!” he sighed, before adding;

“you give them a little power and they are soon addicted”

She rises her eyebrows, that’s it she thought, they were addicted to control right from the start.

Neda, young lady of the revolution, gave her life, made full use of it, amen.

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