Wine

Good for the digestion, it slows you down, can be enjoyed with a friend, you don’t tend to guzzle it, has been around a long time, and if it’s good, it’s the skill of the winemaker, along with the weather.  Solomon sighed, a face, those were the days, no routine, a late start, the creation of a real Spiritual world, well being in the hearts of the guests. How we treat others, and how it affects us, the ricochet affect. Rich man is talking of poverty, explains the needs, makes clear cut points, seems wise, but when it comes to passing the wine, it’s to those who can do favors for him, making his words hollow in the hearts of those who actually listen.

Solomon read an article of news, a corner piece, the Pope had 5,000 to dinner, fed them, the menu exciting, and in his address, he explains clearly, those who have excessive wealth in times of great need, have to share it, if they are to call themselves believers, share the wine. How many speeches and great words sound empty ,when the actions of the same mouths don’t comply with their words, bitter wine in the mouth of many.

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Peculiar Interests

Group of men caught, their interest in small children alarming, women involved too, media goes into graphic detail, meanwhile you can buy this stuff online, Interpol says it is worth billions in cash, this vile industry, peculiar interests, yet society is interesting children by the hour, in all things perverse, the future seeds, the picture is grey, it’s a nasty outcome, where is this interested being created, who get’s it.

Jesus said, you have to forgive and heal, otherwise you pass on the harm, it becomes your DNA, you absorb it. Wisdom few have ever followed. If people are ill, and it’s a pandemic, 60% of all internet traffic is adult themed and sex, it’s time we put up some road signs, and directed those getting on the super highway, witch hunts don’t work, a new system of internet is called for, the same laws we apply to the road, it’s about time.

Fires and Pilgrims

Fire men head in one direction, from the other side of the fence, the freedom train moves, well, it’s the promised land, and there is no turning back, it’s quite a conundrum, what is there to go back to, a troop of soldiers are sent to desist them, billionaires who claim a godly connection, talk up all sorts of harm, one day they will be at heavens door, mercy they will ask, what do you suppose the response will be, did you feed me when I was hungry, did you abuse the gifts I gave you, what did you do for my creation, you use the book to convince others your one of mine, but your actions don’t add up, all you can do is balance the cash, do you think that is good enough.

He Gets a heart attack. is rushed to the Hospital, the family gather, they are going to pray, he was so merciful they say, well, they say that about themselves all the time, Mother Nature has a world view they would never accept, whatever, they only listen when they are in trouble, no less.

Solomon sighed, there were millions of migrants on the move, wasn’t it telling, so few controlled so much of the resources and what did they do, it was very plain to see, if only they were considerate and were wise, what a difference it would be. The rain stops, the sun comes out, the financial barons, worry day and night, the market is not moving as it’s supposed to, if they were wise, they might look up and see that the stars have moved too, that’s far more problematical, that’s real. Meanwhile troops man the border, while they are needed in other places, just to do what exactly, the center of hope for migrants once, but not anymore, the dream is over, the spin they put on it.

 

More Valued Than Gold…

Mavis is laughing, her gummy mouth is in the shape of an arc, She can’t believe her nephew’s story, he is not sure how to re act, I just got the sack and she is laughing. It’s the first time she heard something so silly, it brings her back to a time, they were part of a crowd, all girls, Elvis had come to town, boy she wished she’d legs worth looking at. God can do anything, she hears the voice, did you say something, Jimmy shakes his head, raises his eyebrows, the old dear is losing her head, it won’t be long now he sighs to himself. Mavis listens to the voice in her head, she can’t stop smiling, is it you she sighs, she recalls her deceased husband, jimmy assumes she is totally loosing it, well, something they have in common, both on the loosing side.

 

It’s mid day, the trolley girl comes in, Mavis your looking an awful lot better she says, Mavis smiles. He’s my nephew she says, her voice clear, and precise, not the usual slow hiss. Marion, the nurse, looks at Jimmy, you have a talent for waking the Spirit, maybe you have a talent for that she says. She is cute he thinks, he is nearly afraid to look her in the eye, they might ban him from the old folks home, he gets over the thought, Maybe that is not a bad idea he replies, I just lost my job…

Mavis hears the voice in her head, God Most High can do anything, you just have to believe.

Stop for a moment will you!

I was enjoying this, he looks over his shoulder, turns away from her, his hold still on her, the evening news is on, the results of the mid terms, I don’t believe it she says, wow, Mitch Romney won a seat in the Senate, I thought he retired years ago, the time Obama beat him, The O word, it only relights his anxiety, the thrill he gets beating women, okay she says, you can start beating me again, he continues his strangle hold, nice one he says, catches her clean on the face, at least the children are at school, they won’t see the state of their mother’s face, that’s what they have make up for

, so they can hide behind it. The beatings are as common as breakfast, it’s a family tradition, and because it’s a domestic, it does not alarm the neighbors, they are only afraid of thieves, besides, when the hammering goes on, they usually rise the volume, it doesn’t last more than five minutes, pity she ain’t McGregor, she’d get paid for it.

Domestic violence, and the way it fills the prison system, has done for centuries, the foundations they say are everything, well, if daddy did it, it has to be okay. How many had to live that situation. The preacher is telling the gathering about the reading, its’ a 3,000 year old script, he is trying to get the point across, a good presentation. In the audience, 20% of the women have suffered domestic, but it’s so endemic, well it’s no cause for alarm, the men it seems, like all that weird stuff online, can’t seem to help it, poor things, they’d follow any habit so long as their was a thrill in it.

Solomon sighed, just a prayer, where is this stuff coming from, where were the habits formed, what family life is worth a daily reminder of hell, he sure couldn’t imagine Jesus there before them all, smiling and sighing, he’d have sent the Spirit it, and that would have been that, the reminder they would get, every time they raised their hand in violence. There was a lot to learn. With Christmas fast approaching, many just wanted peace at home, no more the bully. As for those who traded and encouraged, the perversion of the young, words are too impossible to find, to imagine some, trying to profit from the sexpolitation of children, many mere toddlers was beyond comprehension, wasn’t it time they got the alarm call, while those who were trying to put a halt to such horrors, got the insight they needed. A prayer does the business, at least the Spirit within him would be on the case, amen.

Back to School

I’m making so much money what have I to learn he thought, dumb, why don’t you go make a buck, telling us we need to go back to school, stupid, a caravan of refugees marching towards the border, what do they expect, a welcoming committee, I’ll give them a, can’t say that either, he puts the magnum back in the drawer. America is becoming such a wheeze, allowing people in those far off places worry us, what’s up. Big mouth shuts up, the teacher is in class, back to school she says. The assembly, all drunk drivers caught in the act, doing their penance, well, it’s three months in detention otherwise.

Why are you here she says, money mouth cringes, thick bitch, who does she think she is, the President, speaks under his breath, she picks it up, Money she says, will you shut up, and listen. The smell of greed, same as the scent you get when all worked up, the buzz. We don’t want you repeating your old ways, do we, the class nods. They were all involved in serious accidents, they escaped this time.  The more you repeat a habit, the more it becomes you, money mouth sighs, I could be making money rather than listening to this. You too money she says, catching him again, one thing on his mind.

Advertising works, none of the drivers were ever heard of again in law enforcement circles. If only we could apply the wisdom to only habits; in time sighed Solomon.

Big Eyes…

Turned down, abused, miss treated, as soon as she wakes, she forgives it all, don’t carry the baggage dear, the night before, she was a dancer, taking off her clothes, writhing for men, a snake charmer, shuffling her body like a deck of cards, going table to table, there is a time limit, she needs to get paid, she is going through college, she wants to be an aid worker, healing is her role.

Next morning, She dabs the lips, she will spend an hour at the shelter, go from room to room, drop a few bills here and there, just chat for a few minutes, the higher power is helping her, one day her face will grace all the magazines of the world, she is a star in the making.

From cold places, from experiences that few can handle, can you imagine getting your clothes off to entertain men, probably not, to earn a living, that is different, the inner feeling and the face you attach, this too will pass you tell yourself, someone good will eventually come along, he begins to froth she sighs and wiggles some more…

In the expression she can spot the menu, it’s on the drink splattered table, the risque list, the do’s and the don’t’s, being able to read it, is the greatest expectation of some. Smile big eyes, your day has come!., the Spirit tells her it’s all going to work out…

Solomon sighed, the games they played, the hints they drop, was it really worth it, there were many waking to a better day, the Spirit from above was over powering evil, and turning those of evil intent into babbling fools, of course it’s worth it, the world has never seen so many changes in so short a time, it was all good, amen.