My Afternoon

First question you hear, he or she comes in the door, the first words out of the mouth, how was your day,, then the story is told, it begins with the same question, same with friends who haven’t met for awhile, what are you up to. The question has many answers, and can cause a return to a moment or period in time, then we talk of those days, the recall, that’s how we used to spend the afternoon; your young, it’s Sunday or Saturday, you have your friends over, if your lucky enough, there is a show on the TV, maybe a movie, there is engagement, everyone understands what the others are doing, you are all together for a purpose, to enjoy each others company. So this is what you did during the afternoon, as you get older, play time is later, the activities a little freer, as you become a little more surer. Step to step, the tree house first, the neighbors, friends, the local mall, the city, the overseas vacation, each step an extension in your life.

Solomon was reflecting on experiences, how we arrive at different places, why we stop outside a church, why we think of others while were inside there, how we feel a different way when we are outside, how we react to people we don’t know, how we continue to build as we go. So from your simple question, how was your afternoon, you have by the time you get to the end of the afternoon, the opportunity to reflect on what you did during your afternoon, and what was it that made it.

A busy woman, on her way to a meeting, she is in a hurry, wants to make time, rushes across the road, misses the bus, and stops on the pavement, the exertion having triggered a murmur in her chest, she is doubly anxious, and out of breath, she puts the gym on her to do list, her profile of herself has grown. There are so many ways our lives twist and turn, a sign  in the window, I need a pair of shoes, the color of her dress, and the party you recall wearing it at.

There are so many influences in our lives sighed Solomon, some productive, some down right destructive. So how was your afternoon he asked himself, what was it that stood out as the preacher used to say, telling us in this way, that we had choices, and choices led to decision, then to actions, good bad or indifferent, it all adds up, same as this afternoon.

An Irish Legend…Gay Byrne

Considering the world is going green, and green is the shoot that pops from the dirt, fills us with tidings of new life, It’s good to recall those that set the stage of change and encouraged understanding during their lives. Solomon heard the news, a favorite of the nation had passed on, and there is rejoicing in the Heavens to go with it, as another soul makes the grade and enters into the eternal life, so many assume so, and why not.

It’s not often you meet with those who calmly encourage change and give opportunity to those who have a different voice, thereby enlightening people, especially at a time, when there was so much inner control asserted by  a very dominant organisation. Mr Gabriel Byrne was one such man, not the actor but the TV presenter.

Two hours of chat on a Friday night, the attention of the nation, no malice or spite, he opened the doors for many artists, and continued to do so all his life, he didn’t allow religious indoctrination to control the output of his show, and was always encouraging the well being and kindness, that so many try to encourage today. A man  head of his time, he allowed diversity to grow and hearts to widen, gave a platform for many to explain themselves, and wasn’t afraid to take a chance. Staid he was not.

Compare the fortunes of those organisations that attempt to control the lives and habits of others, they usually end in failure when their is no compassion in them, amen.

A man of God he will always be, Gay Byrne, rest in peace, amen.

 

Music Words Rhythm….R..

Lasting impressions, the music that sticks, it is more than memory, it’s emotions. The song is from a time past, you might have heard it as a child, it could have been the first time you felt a Spiritual presence, it is lots of things. Funny how the big ego stuff never makes the cut, too much of the artist too little of the talent, distractions. Solomon sighed, there are moments in your life, the first time you escaped out the back window, climbed down the roof, hopped onto the ground and hurried off to the gig, with friends of course, never with those unknown. Young, the rules don’t matter that much, same as your hormones, you hear the music, inside you start to blaze as the rhythm runs through, your naive ideal and young, haven’d suffered the fears of the elders; well they are more experienced, its’ not your fault or theirs, and nearly all the time you get home safe. There is no darkness, the world is yours, its a choice.

 

Then you age, the experiences build up, the cover up begins, there are problems at home, stuff you want to hide, it could be an addictive parent, it could be anything.

Solomon sighed, It’s wonderful to think that God is the same to all, amen, the eternal friend never deserts you, unlike those who want from you. Solomon was reliving a night many years before, not old enough to vote either, but the memory lived on, in a corner of his mind. Music with real Spirit has great power, I hope you have a good listen, amen.

Chaos Theory

Mum rush’s in the door, she is running late, good chance to upend her and get what I want, she is busy, there is a dinner to make, won’t have the time to ask me questions, have to act fast. Linda is having a stay over wants me to stay, who is linda asks her Mum, hadn’t heard that name before. A fast decision, same as those pay day loans, over the phone, instant decision, your fate soon known.

On the stand, she has been grilled, by her lawyer, the payout depends upon the tears she spills, how long has the pain in your shoulder been there, she counts the years, damages, the new car, the holiday, a whole lot of cash for a good act. There are others waiting to be heard, she is one of many, they have all claims waiting for the chaos.

Foreign regime uses spying techniques, men in shady quarters record in secret.  We had to do it they say, we had to defend ourselves, so they destroyed the hopes of other nations in order to enrich themselves.

Solomon sighed, everything about us is known, the only chaos is in the human mind, amen.

We are all refugees

 

Treat us well, nothing gracious, just be gentle, don’t look down on me, so I am a refugee, tired and tortured, have you any idea, what a welcome means, a wide eyed smile, not the stare of suspicion, had enough of those, in my shoes you have a different view, pushed about, moved on, unwanted, voiceless, those who speak up for us, ready, the cameras, the sixty seconds of hope, someone might care about us, those protests, don’t know where to turn, just want to put the head down, can’t return, what is there left, we put faith in it, trusted above, go and find, maybe that is the welcome, the real presence of God, not the words, maybe we are walking faith, ever think of that, hardly, you remind me of my family, all you do is count the cost, isn’t everyone doing it, ignoring the blessings, what a possibility, what economist can value that, Solomon sighed, he understood the plight of the refugee, there had been many exodus’s over time, he thought of the actions of certain leaders, how their actions lifted, did the impossible, and those not so good at leading, but using the word of God, he wondered at their fate, in a time of change, the outcomes weren’t too hard to figure out, if you know what I Mean? History and the exodus were we being tested.

 

So many parallels, as if history had been compressed in a few lives, the movements,

Leaving

The office door opens, he steps outside, there is another life to be lived, he stands with his briefcase, he is free to choose, a man with ideas, an hour to himself, has plans has dreams, has responsibility too, we all have to face the bills. The school bag on the shoulders, the books of burden, their weighty, but they lead somewhere, on the street, school is over, she is filled with dreams. He checks his mobile after leaving the house, the message he waits for, from someone close, he walks on. The chair is comfortable, the power is battery, freedom to get about, on the move, he enjoys leaving places on his own, there is an element of independence in it.

The Spirit is on the move, it has always been on the move, it stirs us when we meet it, the voice of a friend, the calm we feel in certain company, the friends we enjoy spending time with, the chance to re charge the inner well, have a peaceful moment, before encountering what is out there. The world is full of dreamers, and the Spirit is always moving, going from place to place, seeking a refuge with those who want to live by it’s rules; compassion to begin with, understanding of the needs of others, a little less ego, less of the self and more of the other, it moves, The Spirit does, and when it finds a good place to rest and dwell, it’s the same as that spider in the corner who comes into the room, and rests in the corner until winter is over, no smell of chemical, this is a safe zone it tells itself, we are not leaving here..Yeah, the Spirit is choo

sey, amen.

Breakfast Feast

I’m hungry, she is tired of hearing those words, she is a mile from the white house, roaming the streets of the most powerful city in the world, she is not alone. Downtown, they pour over dishes their lobbyists pay for, while the shelters turn people away. They have eyes but can’t see, is there a message in that, they wont attend a meeting either unless they get paid expenses. I’m hungry he says again, she feels the change in her pocket, soon she says.

Solomon sighed, a deep heart felt sigh, the love connects the light shines, the words of Jesus are made real; allow God to reside inside you and transform your life, it’s that simple.

She gets a seat in a side cafe, it’s Irish owned, the manager is an Irish Emigrant woman, she serves the biggest breakfasts in town. From the counter she watches the eyes of the small one, how he watches the tray laden with food for another table pass close by. His eyes widen, a little hopeful smile appears, i’ll be having that soon. Her heart breaks each time she see’s that expression on a small face, hoping. As for the loud mouth campaigners, they make the noise and then hide behind their private gates; do they say such words of thoughtfulness just to antagonize us all. Mary is practical; hunger can’t wait. if only one of them.. if only one had the courage of their words, some day, some day she hopes.