Give Me Shelter from my fears…

What was there to hang on to, what was there to worry about, she was being moved on again, the lady in the old gray coat. Her dreams were years ago she can hardly remember, but she held on as long as she was made to, then decided to throw it all out. The bags are stuffed full, she pushes the trolley, her sleeves rolled up, its not that cold, besides you get used to it, she sighs. Those arms were so smooth once she remembers, then again, so they, did any of her friends remember, hardly.

Passed on the street, she snarls under her breath, they are looking at me, she would she says to herself, as if her life was all that mattered, and it did, but that was part of the disease, she walks up the steps of the great cathedral, there is always comfort there, and all of a sudden she wakes up, reaches out her hand, and feels him beside her; just a dream he sighs as he holds her close to his side. He gave her shelter from her fears, she remembers,



Indecent Proposals

Was that a Robert Redford movie!, no, indecent proposal she replied, what the difference an “S” makes, as becomes ass and so on, but because you didn’t say it, you qualify for the peter griffin school of political correctness. Can you see meg receiving her medallion for correctness. It does not matter what you really think, so long as you make the right noise when in the company of others, (and that includes no noises that others might find rude).

Then along comes a Spider, no, not Morgan Freeman, he’s busy making films, telling stories, I mean a spider, and he starts telling everyone what he thinks, spits it out, says it without reverence for anyone or anything, we call him Donald. He doesn’t like that sort of person, wants everyone perfect including women, has a penchant for well endowed blonds, not the first either, says what he thinks about it all, throws the dirty underwear on the table, admits to having some; to many it sounds like freedom, to others he sounds fear,; to the honest listener, he is simply revealing what the human race thinks of itself.

Solomon was a news regular, he listened. There was much strife in certain areas, that would not be allowed in other places. The victims as usual in these cases, don’t have access to representatives to speak up for them. They are at the mercy of aid agencies, and the media. The worst cases are highlighted, the story is decidedly sad, is full of hopelessness, as if there is no remedy to it in the long run. In a world that boasts about sending rockets into space, with their payload, how come, the same energy wasn’t poured into finding solutions to fairly normal human issues. Solomon wasn’t going to stand before God Most High and pretend; amen.


Endurance and Love


Start at the end, she lies on the bed, holds a memory of him in her hands, a chain. each time she touches it she feels his strength. To this day she mourns for him, it was the heart she admired, it was her spirit he cherished. Solomon was remarking on the strength of love, and what it could achieve. The times they had endured; he was walking through the remnants of the human graveyard, once a city, it was now a memorial. He saw the thin figures scattered about, he had the photo’s on the wall to remind him, this actually happened; the gas chambers, the false teeth, the bones, the crematoriums. What proof did you need; what he saw devastated the human heart, a reminder what it could do, when it all went wrong.

The number is a tattoo on her arm, her memory, their memory. It was a difficult time, but their love endured; fifty years later he still makes her smiles; She tells her visitors; he always shared his ration with me, but he was a man when he died a young boy, amen.

There are those Dear Father in Heaven, of extreme views, trying in work their way into he thoughts and minds of all who are good, trying to sell them fear, pass on all that is wrong. remind them

for ever more, that their schemes will only fall on those that attempt to harm and no one else, amen.

The Young Master

He went to reach for his toothbrush, felt a brush against his leg, two sleepy eyes look up at him, Solomon smiled, inside he thought to himself, I hoped you would stay in bed, even an hour would have been great, that plan is gone, he continues to wash his teeth instead. Little hand reaches for his, Solomon smears it with paste, watches while the child imitates his moves, his small eyes watching how he moved the brush across his mouth, half laughing, but seriously laughing, glad to have a role model, one he

could argue with, one he could ask, one he was not afraid of. Stern words were never spoken, just a cast of the eyes and a frown did the trick every time. The routine is finished, the time for the breakfast, Solomon does the big friend thing, sits down and eats with the small boy. Slurp after slurp, the watchfulness of the young master, imitating the teacher, a wise young child.

How Children imitate it all; and how those charged with responsibilities tried to blame the individual for their failures. Later; He hears the cot move, the time is early morning, Solomon sighed; so this is what it’s like to be a mother, your children take your attention and time. The stuff Solomon learned from the young master, amen.

The Envious Collector

The handbag was designer, the hat was early french twenties, everybody envied the collector. Why are you showing me these things, to remind me of other days, to depress or upset me, don’t you realize the gap between those that have and those that don’t. To the collector, it’s not pride, it’s not power, there is something else afoot. It’s called loneliness, and she hides it behind the things she buys. So don’t envy the collector.

Solomon had a friend, it was a story few would ever understand. Few can still understand why they crucified the Man who brought the miracles and told them of the world to come, and even today, there are those who still insist it never happened.

So Solomon has a friend, a story, a life, a house where there is cold

love, and a caravan where there is. This so called rich woman, so called, would watch every morning, her neighbors husband emerge from the small caravan next door, and inside she would sigh, her own husband caught up in a world that controlled him, sometimes he never came home at all. What was there to envy; the love she was so regularly denied. Simply put, you can’t live without it, not happily, amen.

The Closet

It happened to me, it happened to her, the closet, the stuff we hold tight inside us, the fears, the anxieties, the global closet is a large one. In a time of great revelation, with so much changing so quickly, it is hard to keep the closet door closed and locked for ever, despite the efforts of some, to hide the truth from everyone. Solomon read a story of the art works kept hidden in secure specially prepared warehouses, art that would never be seen, only sold. And what was the purpose of it all, more. It also gave him an insight into the hidden treasures of all the main religions, the ancient documents, the testimonies hidden, and the great betrayals, safely tucked away in the guarded closets. In a time of Great revelation and divine interventions, wasn’t it time they made known the secrets they kept hidden, as no one of them could fool the Lord, amen.

Old Times – a re blog

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