Forgive me, so many reasons present themselves, in the news, the papers, the different groups, all chasing some sort of closure, then the next day, a new set of groups, new news, new stories, appear, seeking closure, a raft full of lawyers in tow, measuring the words, hoping to use them in their attack on some wretched soul, and counting the cash, depending on the size of the boo-boo.
Man meets woman, they get together, decide to live together, build a home, have children, as if it’s a given formula. The world begins to move, the love becomes a little toxic, the bond changes, the couple no longer feel as one, the split, the sharing of assets, a new beginning. Is love that simple, you get to the super market and choose another, hardly, when the Love is divine. God is called patient on account of His patience, perhaps to help us be patient too.
Forgiveness, many with their reputations on the pages of tabloids, hungry journalists chasing the gold, offering money for even worse details. Do we really need someone explaining what happens when we go to the toilet, cause that is what it feels like, some one chasing our shit in order to sell it on to someone else, there is no other way to say it. Cough with your excuses, but it’s not chasing the facts, we pay others to sell human dirt, that is supposedly entertainment.
Queen Elizabeth, in the public picture all her life, so her children stray, the latest scandal, another chance to incite the taste buds; well, why else write such stuff. Hear the argument, we want to protect children; what do internet statistics explain, a strange way of explaining their safety, amen.
Solomon sighed; the signs were appearing, there is divine influence, there is God, and two thousand years after the first advent, the signs speak of the Great Return. In the circumstance, you’d think forgiveness was the new fashion trend that was never going to end, amen.