The Beauty of Divorce

it’s my third marriage actually, gosh, i was only married twice, must have cost you a packet she asks, it’s a late night bar, they are both having an off night. why do think i’m still touring, he offers, paying two families and having your own to support puts a strain on the finances you know. She smiles, is impressed, a celebrity is talking it straight, is doing the circuit to stay afloat. The following morning they leave the overnight motel, he gives her tickets for his next gig, complementary he smiles as he tips her cheek.

Well, the lawyer got fed, not that we need so many of them, the two families get support, man fathers don’t bother, the extra homes that needed to be built to accommodate the break up, counselors

got a new set of clients, and more consumers came on stream, great for business, the only beauty of divorce, good for the economy, amen.

Being Yourself

She sits on the couch, like a child, no reverence for social games, she is a child. The important people watch and smile, pay no attention to her, she is being normal, acting as a child. Enter the socially correct, the watchers from afar, what is she doing, this is an adult meeting, she is only a child, but it’s her home. Being yourself, how rare is that in the world. Solomon was after reading an article, yes, It was about the “Donald” again. His loyal assistant sits on the couch, knees up, in the presidential office. Solomon recalled a time, many years before, JFK and the picture of his children, playing in the same office, a family man. It was no secret, but being yourself in a world of political correctness was not easy, caring more what other people think of you than you thought yourself of yourself. Pathological liars came to mind, the socially deceptive, con men, fraudsters, ponzi schemers too. If more of us were ourselves rather than strangers,what a difference it would be.

No one made a fool out of God, but they made fools out of others regularly. Having encountered many inspiring events, a visit from the Holy Spirit, clouds, and more, Solomon knew that God Most High was oh so real, not the imaginary character or myth, many alluded to. The same morning he read the article of the discovery of the the remains of old Babylonian palace, unearthed, when the Iraqi forces retook a town. It brought to life, the old bible tale of the Assyrians, as mentioned in the Holy Scriptures. It was never a better time to be yourself. Everyone seeks truth in a world where corrupt news flourishes.

Mind games

A simple prayer, thee minds were being played with, home life was undermined, dark minds, disguised as friends and helpful, educating others, creating disharmony, destroying family life, pure demons, Solomon listened, mark them dear father, unravel their schemes, those passiñg on the poison,

Under pressure, tweak and tweak, when upset parents angry, then over react,  mind gamers, using circumstance they create to get what they want àmen

Buy it, only money, everyone needs it, trouble is you are not able to, true spirit, so money replaces it, connects you, you blow it, new friends,,mind games played on young minds, the new merrygoround, well, Solomon had other ideas, as well, the holy spirit, was and is help from above, amen

Solomon’s Light

the helper will come along do not worry it never fails, the words of the Great Prophet, spoken 2,ooo years ago, the promise of eternity and all it offered, he sat alone while his worries piled up, he wasn’t too worried seemed not to have a doubt, can this be real they said with such a cavalier attitude, and again and again the helper arrived, solomon was reminsiing on the visit of friends, just as he needed them they came again and again, the words of Jesus are truly life giving, and he had the proof of it, amen.

when you lift a worry you free the heart, when you say hello to a stranger, your asking if they are all right, when your heart sheds a tear or two, it’s because of the love you have inside you, it could be a memory of an old friend or a love that was set free, just imagine it, love lights the heavens the way it sometimes makes us cry, amen.

twenty years later….

a smile a cuddle a sigh a cry a scream a hand it’s a boy,

hold him he’s beautiful your eyes your hair i love you

ready dear hold this opens car door careful now safely in

oops dear nearly slipped here’s the diapers

he’s clean

bottle mix burps a bit got it up relaxes begins to snooze

a fireman maybe a doctor she sighs could be a teacher

images pictures habits relentless the shape of things to come

twenty years later what became of the little man,

anyone’s guess what we do wrong nobody has the answers,

amen.

see her head turns looks down want some of that, hey!

it’s the way you rare them i suppose!

Nothing

good news, they can tie you up in chains but they can’t do it forever. The suspect sat in the chair opposite, very relaxed, picking his teeth, then his nose, scratched his ear a bit. scrawny hair, half shaven, it could have been a day at the library, just trying to explain it, the story. he went about his job with the patience of a surgeon, doing a complicated by pass.

well he said…

it was like this you see…

the deputy in the chair tried to listen, wondering what he was about to say next..

they was no good for society, and i was doing you all a favour…

so you …

someone had to.

burn the church down.

the smell of their remains filled the air for days, no spirit ever came that way again.

so you wanted to get into hell, well son, you passed,

amen.

Beatrice Stockly

Who is Beatrice Stockly, do you know her name, a simple nun, servant of God, a captive of her faith, held by those, who allege they are of God, a simple nun, that’s beatrice stockly, why not pray for her redemption, amen.