You Believe Do you!

The parables, the wisdom spoken, the great wonders, miracles, the early prophets, and the newer ones, the effort to attend church, synagogue or mosque, those that simply gather in their homes, the continuous mantra, In Jesus we believe, then the reactions, to anyone who disagrees with you, was it not free will from the beginning. Many used the Holy Name, while the Name was used as action and deed, not simply the mention of it, without action faith was worthless, faith making itself known, only in actions. Storms turned back, divine help, how could you access it, unless you really believed, amen.

In a time of great change, it was a great time to re adjust ones thinking, imagine it, there really is a God Most High, what difference will that make to your life, amen

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here’s looking at you kid!

The mask slips, the mirror, ill luck, to be before it look so unwell, the hours spent massaging the ego, tending to the mirror, why do you need clean underwear he asked, what if i am involved in an accident, wouldn’t it be better if you survived, rather than have thoughts of pride, the mirror. No one wants to be uncle scary, no one wants the religious authorities defining what love is, we would all much prefer if they practiced it, it would somehow be more meaningful. He tends to the tasks, feeds the machine, well it keeps him in work, and the future job prospects are superior once you are an insider, the mirror, what everyone else is doing, was it the story of the great dramatist, who got his choice subjects to laugh at themselves, not realizing till later, it was their own mirror they were looking into, so much about mirrors, it seems we look into them everyday. was it a question of judgement, seeing how we look at ourselves believing that was how others viewed us, judging all the time.

The image sighed Solomon, was it the feed we were on, more of ourselves, till there was nothing else, possibly.

One Smile

her eyes sagged a little, the chirpy smile was missing, it had been there a long while, he noticed the first day he entered, there was great spirit in her eye, he knew that he was in loves great care, and so he felt good every time he visited there, she has the eyes of a mother the heart of a lover, lucky woman he sighed, to be a friend of hers, awesome he sighed.

Solomon smiled, there were those he met who brought out the sunshine inside, in real time, how was that for awesome, and good at the coffee too.

Houston

Houston we have a problem, the phone call is short, they are not referring to the storm, even if it’s a tropic on many minds. Houston we have a problem, when said twice, the words have a strong affect. They have been watching the skies for many months, the wave patterns are not what they have heard before, it’s the reality of Heaven, the signals cannot be deciphered, it’s not something they can keep quite. ┬áThe agent of the old system, is reporting back, the findings are certainly divine, it wasn’t the news they wanted to hear, it meant the end of the old system and the start of something new, at least they had a contingency plan, let’s be nice to everyone for a while. families refused credit get letters of approval and interest free loans to get them out of the tight corner, there is relief for awhile, the storms abate, what next Houston, they didn’t want to answer that.

Solomon sighed, they should have seen the cloud, amen.

The Stream

Nothing tasted better than breakfast, so he thought for a long time, the ache never left him, the feeling of hunger. They had struggled together, she was social for the first five years of his life, stamps coupons and charity, amen. He passes over the fresh warm toast, his mother accepts it, she smiles, my boy she says, my boy, even if he had a father, what did it matter, she was the one who reared one. There was no music her side of the family, he had a brother who was a guitar genius, her son’s father, maybe that was where he got the talent from. From the back of the big yacht, she lapped it up, admiring her life many years later, except for the one yearning in her heart, we could have had a few of them, them, her children. She settled for one when she could have had a stream, then again, all she ever wanted was one.

 

The Child Smiles

She pushes the buggy, she’s a young mother, it has not been easy, the windows she passes, she can see but can’t afford. The boy she pushes is her two year old son, his father is a delinquent, he has left them both. The money in her pocket will feed them for a few days, cheap pizza from the discount store, sugary biscuits and a little extra, not much more. Across the street, a stranger watches, he has been sent to help, they know she is in trouble. A vulnerable young woman and child is seen as easy prey to the evil mind, easy to coerce and control. She moves on, her smile is pursed, the child giggles, they pass the sweet shop, the boy cries out, she reverses, she can’t afford it but she tries. God Most High watches, 25 trillion off shore and the same again in other places. She feels the coins in her jacket, it was the money for the milk. They enter the shop, she stands before the display, the stranger enters, bumps into her, has gentle eyes. Nice boy he says, looking at the child, the eyes light up, the boy begins to laugh, the mother is surprised, she does not often see him like that, all lit up. You dropped this he says, with a knowing smile. She can read his thoughts, really she asks, he nods again, he never forgets he says. That smile is worth billions to the boss, every time he see’s one, something good happens.

We are going to have a treat today she says out on the street, while junior plasters his face with some sticky sweets, yeah says the kid, now we are really living mom

, amen.

Her hands

she doesn’t grip the way she did before, it’s a struggle to open the blister pack but she manages. I need a cure, she sighs, she has a picture of him on her side board, what will i do, her hands. A radio blares to life, the neighbor next door is hard of hearing, so the music is up loud, not that again, then the tune begins, one they used to listen to, he passed away a year before and she misses him, your hands he used to say, they are so fine. They played piano so well, now they hardly worked, amen.

In the world of the old, it was lonely and hard to get on, lonely and afraid of the night, when she was with him, well she never had to worry. The tune plays on, the memory comes back, she hears a noise at the door, gets up slowly and pats over to the door, it’s James he says, he is her nephew, he has come to lend her his hands.

Many hands ease the load, many hearts working and the love flows.