The Little Man

It’s my day, he wakes with a rush, lies in his cot, just wonders, the little tot. It’s going to be great, he knows the routine, he’s going to get a choice, he already knows it, and he just smiles from the heart, then the door opens, and there his mother stands, arms open, her eyes wide with wonder, his eyes fling wide, pick me up look in his eyes. She laughs, come on you, she carries him to the kitchen, puts the child, in his seat, puts the kettle on. The worry is over, the demon is gone. She’s found the help she needed, made the step, went across to the other side, met others who were afraid like her, and since that day, her life has been a turnaround. The escape plan of the emotional kind, is now time she can save to spend with her child, the little man. he’s seen what not ought to have been witnessed by a child, but she has forgiven herself, and her little man feels it too. The dark energy is gone, remain in the zone, and don’t go back. It’s her mantra. Every time she looks at him, all she feels is love, it used to be despair, for what she put her child through, those demons she met along the way.

Solomon was reading a story, how addiction is overcome, and the results, the new heart, that resulted. We all win when those in need get the help. Why didn’t they get to rehab sooner retorts the noisy neighbor, why do we get into trouble sighed Solomon. Maybe to remind us, that we are never alone. Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, and each time he asked for the help, it just arrived, and he didn’t have to imagine it. Amen

The baby

This Child is not ordinary, she reminds me of my grandfather she says, the eyes. Every Mother has the reaction, some more than others. Would you ever put an effort into what those eyes will soon be seeing by the time it’s four and five, has anyone ever thought of the images that are going to fill that little doting head. Character, i don’t think so, even those exposed to radiation have character, but not my baby. I’d die for the child, and the father says, if anyone harmed my baby, they’d not find refuge on the earth. he flexes his muscles, makes the point, they’ll find out in short time. So why are so many sitting down when they should be standing. Love Baby, love a peaceful world, amen.

I’m Young

She handles the gadget, in awe, it’s almost religious, it connects to billions, and she has the world in her hands, she wonders, the message is risque, will i press the button, and get involved in the game. The button pulses on the screen, push me push me, she’s on the brink of change, others have pressed the button, she wants to tell her mother, but she won’t understand, that’s what her online friends tell her. A neighbor passes, she smiles, she used to play with dolls, games children play, but that’s so old fashioned. Her idols, well, they, she doesn’t know what she wants, she’s young. There is no one to guide her, both parents work, she’s lucky that way, her friends mother works all the time and she has no father, who do you turn to, everybody is doing it, pressing the button. Her little heart sighs, why she pauses, she senses the fear, just do it anyway.

I’m young, is anyone hearing me. Solomon was reminding himself, and others, life is a journey filled with responsibility, risk, and a goal at the end, the door to heaven possibly. The older ones act as guides he imagined, the way teachers assist their pupils, because, they are young. Solomon wrote it as a prayer, many were calling out, seeking help, amen.

What If?

just imagine it, your thoughts are read, good reason to be an artist, you can express yourself .Just imagine it, your thoughts are added to the pool of all thoughts, just imagine it, you have a say in all that happens, just imagine it, the Power of God resides in all of us, our thoughts turn into actions, almost a voting system, the more good ones, the higher the love, just imagine it. Those with the good thoughts, usually children, their honesty is trusted, adults hide behind walls. Just imagine it, today is the day, and you are part of it, and your job, is to think all that is good. amen. Just imagine it, you can teach it, just imagine it, the words of Jesus, unburden yourselves, forgive, allow yourself to think only as the father does, imagine it, what if you tried one day, and it all fell into place, just imagine it, Solomon already had. Just imagine it, there were those who knew this, and hid if from the world.

Solomon saw the circular cloud, the mist, the stuff you can’t dream up, the visit from great Spirit, didn’t have to imagine it. Imagine what you could do, if you could petition God, what would you say, how would you put it, just imagine it, a better world,

How Close to the edge…..

did we really have to wait to figure out young minds would never be able to deal with social media, the notion of bullying online, passed from the school yard to the new school online, did we really have to wait till the oceans became dirty before we recognized the waste, waiting for the inevitable does seem a human occupation, just saying. He heard much these last few days, and going to the edge was a sort of sport that humanity played regularly. If the interest of the few over shadows the interests of the world in general, then to the edge we will continue to go. Solomon was speaking to a wise old man, and it wasn’t what he said but what he didn’t say that we heard. The few needed to be reminded of the interests of us all. otherwise he thought, all Spirit would disappear, and that was not going to be allowed happen.

The Great Healing

Imagine it, years gone by, the word spreads, this man heals people, and really does. The poor who don’t have much to hope in, those ill all their lives, want to experience it, this is free and everyone is welcome. The People of the Jewish faith and the prophets have written about the great events in the past, David versus Goliath, across the ancient world there are stories too, the arrival of the big man after the floods have devastated their homelands, Moses and the escape from Egypt, the Passover and the great events that follow, the temple of Solomon, the fight to control Jerusalem, there is so much of it, it can’t be airbrushed by scientists, the more they dig the more they find out. The movement of the stars and the great monuments built in accordance with the time, how the sun reflects on certain days, it all points to a divine hand. imagine it, those in control at the times don’t want their powers usurped, it means loosing control. Every tyrant hates the threat, will do whatever to remove it, they are trying to survive. Imagine it, so many examples, and such an effort by others to mock it all, as written all those years ago.

One moment of Healing prayed Solomon would settle the issue for all time and put an end to the menace of the demon. Blessed with faith and inspiration, Solomon wanted to hurry things along. So he prayed to the Father, heal them. amen.

Hold It tight

She is afraid, she reaches out for his hand, he holds it tight but not too tight, she needs the feeling, security, it will relieve her fears, she’s young, has arrived in a new city, is unsure of her surrounds, we’ll have a coffee here. They stop at a cafe, they sit outside, she watches the traffic pass, the human traffic, new colors, faces with expressions she has never seen before, there’s the anxiety, being unsure in your surrounds, amen. She will be living in the city, there is a course she’s attending, her father accompanies her, is helping her to settle in. He see’s the look on her face, nods to himself, we’ll keep an eye on you.

Isn’t faith like that sighed Solomon, you reach new heights and places all the time, it’s a living thing and a destination at the same time, and there are demons who want to point you in other directions. you meet new ones all the time. Making friends is never easy, particularly when you have things others don’t have and want ,

peace of mind he’s thinking of. Solomon was reminding himself, don’t be afraid to venture, just take your faith with you. There were those of no faith at all who measured everything, how can you manage love he sighed, unless you intend to use it as an asset you can sell, and who wants that sort of society, only tyrants and bullies he surmised. Solomon wrote a prayer to spike the efforts of those who preyed on the vulnerable, the young woman in the story, reminded him of one of their many victims, amen.