Details of a Hanging…

The gory details, stretched from the neck, dislocated from the body, it’s going to be a party. The Children are dressed up, the Sunday Best, three men are going to the gallows, the local football stadium is the scene, TV cameras from around the world, this is Afghanistan, this is Kabul. The BBC correspondent, looks ashen faced, this is going to happen in the next five minutes, one of the condemned is shaking and crying, meanwhile the camera pans the crowd, it’s looking for a isolated little child, it will make the biggest impact, after all, there will be many in the west watching, it’s not time to be reasonable, after all, they are going to hang some living souls, right there before your eyes, we have to defend ourselves.

In Washington, they are debating the first attack of a nuclear kind, the day the world changed, a city obliterated, without hardly a word, over 100,000 dead in seconds, camera switches to Kabul, many have never seen a real hanging, this is the wild west.

Fifty million die during the second world war, the lesson learned, be prepared for war, the war industry thrives, cluster bomb, this bomb that bomb, patriotic or what, so long as they don’t land on us. Meanwhile over Syria, a Mig pilot prepares to press the button, he is given the all clear, there will be collateral damage, but that’s war, whoosh.

Solomon wondered, will they ever say it honestly, just once, amen.


Yesterdays News

No one can actually remember, except those who make the news that are in the news, because they decide this is the news. A nuclear statement hardly creates a ripple, the famines in Africa, before our eyes, on account of the charities working there,

don’t exist at all, well who can blame them, the head is so loaded these days, what is really in it.

She is young and impressionable, has never had much respect, lives on the fringe, deemed unhealthy on account of the neighborhood, of course she is excited, first time she tried the stuff, and does it make her feel good, the buzz the energy the way she can forget, it’s all positive for the few hours she parties, who can blame her, it’s life.

She gets kudos, she is dealing a little, has standing with her friends, and she likes it. A step up from being a nobody, cause she has extra cash and the promise of a good time, it’s just the way it is. A real threat to society the authorities say, they plan a big coup, they are going to swat them out, maybe pick up a little credibility, a perk of the action.

In the news, the story of the bust, she will get a probation being a first timer, but the story will be read, told you so she was trouble, same way yesterdays news is trouble, cause all you do is forget it. Who wants to know!.

Solomon was reading the ancient scriptures, and they spoke of a Great Spirit, a spirit that could live in us, a Spirit that could stand up to the dark energy, and it also healed. It was yesterdays news in many, but it was only yesterdays news, an account of so many not wanting to hear it, amen.

The Jesus Conference

Was it that hard he sighed. he came from the end of the earths, south of the pole, to add his experiences. Abide in his ways and you will find peace. When he first heard about it, “The Jesus Conference”, it had to be a success, what other figure in history promoted it so well and healed by word, no other. A great idea he thought. It took him an entire year to raise the fare, but he got there. Even high up in the Andes they heard of the great one, and many times in history the helper had arrived. The preservation of the forest, the preservation of the world was at risk. They will be enlightened.

All he found, trinket sellers and fiery nobodies, blinged out, with no reverence for Jesus at all; they were  using his reputation, that was all. He traveled a long way.

Solomon visited friends; some attended churches, some attended mosques, some prayed in private, some didn’t pray at all, allowing their deeds to describe themselves. One thing in common, they all believed in Jesus. How come they never came to a common agreement in this issue. With his mind on finding a solution, Solomon imagined a conference, on the Topic of eternity, and Jesus. Before an idea becomes real, we must think about it, amen. It wont be long he sighed.

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 Gallery Girl

Nerves, a shake of the hand, the opening of the exhibition, will there be anyone around. She read the blurb, how they extol the works of those long gone, who didn’t make a penny from it, yet they praise them all around, for the cost of buying the art today. The Gallery girl has no such illusions; she has heard all the talk, knows a certain truth, nobody does it for cash, they do it to show off the talent, a form of Gift, amen.

In war truth suffers first, the latest blockbuster about the Vietnam war, another example. Then it’s the artists, did the Dixie Chicks…

Dixie chicks really complain about the war in the Middle east, a million dead and injured many years later, on account of the rush to the front, like all artists, those with minds of their own, they offer a truth of their own.

How will God judge the exhibition, she is a believing gal; her talent is obvious, a gift. Will he wonder from exhibit to exhibit, or just look at the price tag and decide. Imagine it, God and the price we put on everything, in order to justify doing something about it; Gallery Girl Hurry up, there is an opening there for you too.

The Connector

They are not soldiers you train and put into action archbishop. The young curate was risking his career, trying to explain the difficulty, the shortage of new entrants, and why it had happened. Old men don’t want to listen, unless it’s the doctor they are talking with.

In the fifties, there were processions of young men, that ran the length of a football field, men who had offered to serve the higher calling, “called” by the Spirit, the Spirit the religious orders cared for and minded as if life itself depended on it. It was years ago, the parade was now a trickle, a drip drip of water compared to the full flow; same way the Spirit had been depleted due to a whole set of factors too long to mention. The basic rule according to Solomon; you nurture the Spirit and the results will deliver. Sadly, that Spirit was squeezed out of existence almost; too many interfering influences, and too little forgiveness, just as happened to so many things, as the new takes over from the old.¬† Would they ever learn sighed Solomon?.

One day, was that too much to expect, one day they would get it right. The Spirit is the Holy Messenger, the one who reminds of the life to come, brings blessings, it was spoken of many times in the ancient scripture, it was told in the ancient tales, how many of us had invited angels into our homes, and the blessings they would bring with them. Today, fear rules he sighed, and it’s not unreasonable either, the threat of violence on those who suffered it, is devastating. Solomon wrote the story so often, a thousand times, get the Spirit part right, the rest is made easy. Spirit connects us, amen.