Surely, ma, she watches her mother cover up, the eyes, why only the eyes, a smile is an expression of the entire face, she little girl looks, her mother covers up before going out, what is the problem, she is too young to understand, a rule was made and that was that, it was nothing to do with God, but they tell her it is. Expression of the face, telling and learning, happy or sad, why the hysteria, it’s plain and simply odd. Coming to terms with customs, women were burned for having ideas once, do you hide your smile because your afraid, what does it say. Solomon was gazing out on a beautiful day, and wondered how it felt, having to cover up. The children reared, what did they make of it, did it not convey a false truth, women covered men doing what they like, prejudice passed on, it was against the wisdom of love, no one owned it, it was borrowed and handed back when that part of the journey was over. For those who accepted that Jesus was a great prophet, why did they ignore a fundamental truth, why did Jesus spend his free time with women, why did Martha wipe his feet with her hair. is it normal to smile, only when you don’t offend anyone. The world was under going great change, but there were those who pretended to notice, did they see the cloud, amen.
where have all the flowers gone, where has all the innocence gone, it is the era of the lost generation, but it was no cause for despair, the enlightened were working to fix the issue, there were angels appearing from all sorts of places, the message was being made clear, where have all the children gone. She’s ten acts thirty, she is addicted to adulthood but can’t control it, the lost generation, the search party found them at last, amen.
image, what is in the head, child imitates and learns, adults big children, they imitate and spend, image, this is bad, we form ideas about it, though we don’t understand, form bias that affect lives, the chit chat we pass on, comments about those we don’t know, big children we all are, in the eyes of God. amen.
Solomon saw first hand the power of imitation, his friend was fussy, copying someone he knew, Solomon knew immediately, it was imitation, it’s how most people learn. In the context of the times, imitation needed to be improved upon, when they forgive on top, it usually trickles down, and who better than Love was there to imitate. Wisdom on Monday, need a dose of it, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, take off Sunday, we all need a rest, amen, and if you forget the odd day, well get over it, we all need a break from the norm, for those are the days we learn.
Lots of heart wrenching, pain anxiety fear, severe loss, grief that is hard to suppress, Solomon read the news, one man and the damage he done, an eruption of hatred, and wondered what the response would be. He recalled the 9/11 tragedy and the response that led to much more bloodshed, when the opportunity was lost to build bridges, at least gain a fuller understanding of the feelings of the ordinary decent believers in those far off parts. At the time, the words of Jesus come to mind, forgive forgive forgive, what a thought the early disciples said to themselves, he wants us to forgive, after what they have been doing for years. Nobody remembers the suicide bombing last month last year or last week in Afghanistan, or Baghdad, the many thousands of lives lost, accept those affected in those parts, the news forgotten elsewhere, business
as usual in the minds of many, we have become immune to murder almost, then we get this horrible news, and it’s local, and media, the global outrage, the talks in cabinet, the preparation of a response. It was a time for calm heads, why rush to judge, the antics of a mad man, why blame a nation or a religion. Jesus got it right all those years ago, and it’s time we started listening.
Solomon had the visit of the Holy Spirit, he wondered not what it meant, just let God do his thing, and that is love through us all. The demon was smiling this morning, hatred sown, more victims for the fire of hatred, well done!, well, Solomon saw a different picture, a lot of healing had just begun in the unlikeliest of places, in the hearts of many, amen.
Had the idea did you, really, they turned on her and decided she was demonic, tied her to a pole and burned her instead, everyone else in the village looked on, well there was no TV and entertainment was unheard of, so they gathered in the square, amen. The next woman came forward, she had the same dream and the same thing happened, they all wanted a better world for their children to grow up in, they burned her as well. Solomon cast his mind back to the times of Joan of Arc, her visions and the end, pity they never listened to her. Moving the times 400 odd years forward, the women were replacing the men in the high spec jobs, the glass ceiling cracking all over the place, they were listening now, amen.
Solomon was going through his own life, and there wasn’t a day that he didn’t learn from, some lessons were harder to figure out though, but he was learning, unlike the faith keepers of old who punished those who saw it different to them. Just listen he said all those years ago, didn’t Jesus relax more in the company of women than any of them, what were they all afraid of, their pride. Women, they have the gift of life inside them, as for their children, they often died willingly for them. hurry girls!
Well thats a good idea!
more of this more of that, well get dave in there his sidekick as well, we’ll get rid of the refugees, we’ll have their jobs, we’ll get rid of welfare, there’s work for everyone, we’ll ban the muslum, the irish if we could, we’ll divide the kitty among the few, soon you’ll have no friends, in a world divided, amen. Come on Mrs Clinton, the women of the world need you, children need a world united,
the world does not need to be divided, as some would say. The national front celebrates the UK disaster, the ordinary folks shake their heads, is this what we voted for, amen.
He turned on the radio, his head was a dredge, mowed over, his sleep wayward, but satisfying, not more of it, one of those days, where am I, is everyone on the make. he’d an appointment, wasn’t sure, that muddled, least he thought he had an appointment. so wasn’t that muddled after all. He was breathing. Being honest, he wondered if his hungry neighbor’s need for a filling breakfast was more important than the maybe interview, he was focussed, it was the interview, if he had one. a fast phone call, had just enough credit,a shriek, what, you mean i do, well, how, well, he looked at his watch, damn, there went the breakfast, do we always leave the needy behind, are they too slow for us, whatever, drive for God sakes, the driver was a foreign national, the meter wasn’t running, one of those, yeah, usually the meter thing was pressed, this was a cash job, he did a deal, fine, all smiles, he was on his way to be interviewed by a gentle soul, he’d his head full of reasons, they called it job support he called it something else, the car pulls up, he jumps out, the rain begins to stop, in the door, hi he smiled, i’ve an interview, about to look up, about to frown, then saw a beautiful smile, how did that happen, must focus more often he sighed.