Fires in California,Migrants on the Move,Chaos in London,Rescue ship being seized in Italy….

Look at the screen Bob, the world is imploding before our very eyes, Bob shakes his head, it’s cold and wet, and they are standing outside looking in, outside a TV store, they’ve lost their way sometime back, both veterans of the Desert Wars, look what it’s done.

Are you looking forward to Christmas, she wants a smile from the kid, she is visiting a friend, if she gets a smile she’ll feel good as if she’s done something, wont you smile for me she says, all he see’s is her double chin and those thick lens glasses, what have you to smile about he thinks.

Bob and Jim walk to the shelter, it’s a mid week day, so there should be no trouble getting in, Jim is on about the end of the world, Bob wants a warm meal and a bed, doesn’t it concern you he says, passing another TV store, slowing to have a look, what are we going to do about it then!

A concert for the victims, the line of script runs across the screen, a hundred different stars have already signed up, Bob shakes his head, how many ever went to war, they give what they don’t need nothing more, hear about Cindy he asks, you mean the young mother with the three year old kid?

Chaos in Italy too Bob, they are after seizing that rescue ship, Jim frowns, what is that old fool talking of, Italy Bob, the one that was rescuing the drowning people and giving them the medical help, you mean they set up a veterans hospital in the med, what are our navy doing.

Shelters, causes, big concerts, zealots, poor Cindy was waiting in the shelter, imagine, with a child too, she goes out one day and this guy comes over, hands her a ticket, next thing she wins the lottery. A car pulls up at the kerb, Bob looks down, thinks it’s the police, there is a no loitering sign…

The window rolls down, what are you waiting for, It’s Cindy they smile… what about the shelter, the others…

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Mexican Stand off’s, Berlin Walls, and Donald’s tweets….

Let us in, the emigrants roar, let us out the voice soars, where’s my candy shouts Donald, are they listening, who communicates in sound bytes, and thinks it’s communication, it’s the same as a cattle driver whipping up the sheep. So many strings being pulled, the markets in turmoil, insider information being used, just trying to fool us all. you can’t dress like that, what did you expect, if I go out like you, everyone will ignore me, catch 22, who is going to sort out this. Books, the wisdom within, and the pressure from social media, that fills your head, where will you get the space. By the time you figure it out, you’ll be in your seventies, meanwhile they will be all laughing at you, why did you bother.

Solomon sighed, where was simplicity, so many ways to get rich, it’s usually a case of using others, sometimes it’s talent and skill. There had been great events, Miracles, the unexplained happenings in the Sky, world leaders talking gibberish, just like one of those comic movies, who could believe it. Feed the thirsty, look after the aged and widows, care for children, don’t be greedy, and be kind to your neighbor and don’t judge, the wisdom of Love, do these things and God will be there too. Instead, ego’s chasing the headlines, sorrowful outpourings that will be non stories within a day, it’s a world going crazy sighed Solomon, in other places, not at home. The number of great wonders pointed out to great happenings in the Heavens, remain firm he sighed, it was all happening as said in the ancient texts, amen.

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.

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.