The Gasping Fish

Johnny trout is gasping, he is finding it hard to breath, another ton of garbage slides off the trawler, big chunk of toxic waste, boy the neighborhood has changed. Yo bro, his cousin calls him over, what is wrong with you, i can’t breath, his cousin sighs, when did you notice it, it has been going this way for years, light weight, what a cod!

Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, remind them Dear Father, they have to do a clean up, and the children are over stressed to, they can’t cope and they hide their ways, the others, wonder if they get away with it, remind them Please, before they turn the oceans to waste.  Solomon sighed, that will get their minds moving, his prayers being heard that’s all, the day of the excuse was finally over.

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Hawaii

The volcano, 101 years since the passing of their last queen, the locals watch from afar, we can live with the lava but we can’t live if we are poor, Solomon sighed, saw the cattle in the huge pens, being fed till they reach the weight, then to the abbertoir they go, made him wonder, were we all disposable, as far as money matters, we are.

The signs in the sky, the clouds, the re curring events, the pressure on the heart, the stress of so many, something had to give. Hawaii, was the volcano just the start. Amen

Stop The Madness

Stop the war stop the war there is horror everywhere it’s why you must stop the war,

It’s being fought across the globe and the fields are being bloodied every day,

From the minds of the vulnerable to the innocence being undermined readily,

This War is not about blood and old battlefields it’ the war for the soul

everywhere,

 

Attack and attack they are coming again the constant pressure on the very young

The anxiety of parents the concerned, the lack of assistance of those supposed to care,

Efforts to appease and do nothing hoping the problems will just float away,

New neighborhood a new war front the pressure on everyone total and relentless

 

Stop the war stop the war the constant cry from so many hearts out there,

Stop the war stop the war, what is all the shouting it’s doing that’s needed everywhere,

Wake up stop the talk stop the complaining, if your doing nothing get out of there

It’s only the spiritual warriors who have the skills, the support of divine destiny too

 

The settled thinkers happy with them selves living in their cocoons far away,

Waiting to grab the opportunity constant in their approach and their lack of doing

They watch from the ditch, waiting for the win choosing the winners whatever

No moral compass or integrity their fate will be decided by their inaction

everywhere

 

Stop the war stop the war stop why can’t you see it on every tired and worn face

Stop the war stop the war can’t you see the need to get out there and involved

What are you waiting for, for the battle to end and then decide your fate therein

Or

are you going to stand out for love and battle with the lord and his merry men?

Just Do it, the signs were in the sky, repeating repeating, amen. Blessed be God, for ever

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The Hit List

God Most High pours over the petitions and prayers made in the name of Lord Jesus, those that are accompanied by righteous souls, are given priority. Peter stands quietly beside him; he’s never seen so many requests that made it to the Boss’s table. Pass me the wine he orders, Peter does as he is told. God sips a little of his favourite creation, then sips again, wondering, how best to unravel the mess, while protecting the good.

 

“have you got the names there Peter, those that sold out love, not the entire list, just the ones pertaining to the advertising industry first, they duelled with me for too long, assumed I didn’t exist, assumed I’m never react, even concocted stories about me, can you believe it” sighs God

 

Ten names are selected, less than one per cent, they are to have their lives turned upside down in a matter of days. God puts his seal opposite each of their names; all of them close associates of the evil one. He writes out a coded message, passes it to peter. Send it down, and if anyone of them tries to petition me or whatever, I’ll never be home, is that clear

 

Solomon sighed, what was it like with Moses in the desert!

Need Love?

The parents are in shock, it’s not how they planned it, they both healthy, however their child, is born with a few problems, it’s going to require them give extra care, do a bit more, a little more love. Well, sighed Solomon, if they wanted a reason to love that bit extra, they found it. God acts in mysterious ways; it makes miracles all the more important, the power, there for all to see, amen.

She wanted the perfect marriage; a man with a good job, a lifestyle she could get her teeth into, and not the struggles of her parents, they were always short of cash, and fear. Hours spent shopping rather than worrying, she recalls her mothers hand me down clothes, the shame she felt in school, how awkward is that.

The Spirit of God is inside all of you, you just have to create the space, or more importantly, you don’t need to clog it with rubbish, the heart is your safe haven, mind he says. In the emotionally charged environment, the teachers work hard; they are on a vocation, success to them, the success of the students; the other stuff is the other stuff.

There were many who carried the bruises of a difficult rearing; alcohol abuse, bad parenting, a tough neighborhood, lack of opportunity, parents away working too much, while tender hearts waited for them, only to be over dosed, and left alone for awhile more. The perfect image on the TV, was not their world, wasn’t close. Poverty does not sell,  amen.

Yet, out of the outcomes of life’s struggles, comes the stuff you have inside you, often buried so deep, it never reaches the surface. Wisdom sighed Solomon, who had to deal with struggles of his own too, amen.

The Small Brunette ….

She wasn’t much to look at, but she had a punch, she was not much to remember, but she had the thoughts inside her, the thoughts that sent you on your way, she was a smart brunette. Solomon sighed, he recalls the happy face, the words of hope, the kindness to others, he met many in his time, but few made an impression on the inside. It was the story of the good wine and the regular stuff, you never forget the good, amen.

As you sit there, older perhaps, tired most days, wondering if you could do more, wishing you had done it different at times, that day, this day, everyday, you got the chance to brighten the day, a thoughtful remark to someone, a simple smile, the small brunette, her’s was a smile worth remembering, amen.

It Wasn’t Us?

Impact, the influence we have on the lives of others, the red carpet is prepared so are the plaudits, the camera’s flash, smile, we are great, wow factor, then to be adored once inside the door, bling pretty clean new, the Kings and Queens of the earth, one day Solomon imagined, they would all have to account for their work.

Anger, a close up, the look in the eyes, the language, so grown up, even if meant for very young ears, well we, in a world that was over booked in terms of violence, those reading the script had a role in the matter too. Solomon watched a documentary, and it wasn’t pretty, gruesome, dark, very human and frightening.

The plans to murder, the old resentment never far from the top, Solomon listened, as locals and militia, joined in the murder of so many Jewish People, neighbors and work colleagues, quickly joining in the slaughter of millions, using the old hatred, and the false propaganda to justify their actions, it wasn’t us.

The child is five, maybe six, has to live in a difficult environment, has no place to turn, is emotionally committed, love is what we are born to, it’s the reason for being for all of us, getting along. Exposed to violence and those gadgets, he finds solace in the game that stops him thinking about, it’s how so many addictions are born.

It wasn’t us, what excuse was that, if you are aware of what is happening before your very eyes. Don’t mention hunger, amen. Imagine, God Most High is real.