Just a smile, but it was a far cry from what the face wore not long before. If ever he needed an affirmation, it walked past him in the confident smile, the expression said it all, it was real and she walked triumphant. Gone was the lethargic walk, the frown the despair, it was replaced with the believers eye, full of light, just as it ought to be. Solomon had seen miracles before, but each time it dazzled him he was a boy in the heart, and wise in his years, amen. why the astonished looks, did they not believe for what they prayed for. Cuts across his chest, below and above his eyes, everything vital saved, just as Faith had survived, despite the efforts of an elite to cloth it in all forms of distraction, amen.
It wasn’t a bunch of lions, not they aren’t proud, but the false pride of those who weasel their way through live, ignoring and oblivious to the harm they create, the path they lay, and the reward they later face, was anything but pride. The child was rightly proud of the Father, it was the only one he had, only father he knew, just the example, it wasn’t anything to be proud of, and following in the footsteps, the child grew into a man, and the old habits became him. The truth was not encouraging, he imitated the Father, and proud were not his achievements, it was mayhem. He saw his mother, afraid to speak her mind, assumed it was normal, that this was the way women behaved. Looking at the TV, reading a tabloid, he always made disparaging remarks about women, and wondered why he found love difficult to find, so much for the pride he had in his father, it was not worth imitating even though that was all there was to imitate. Good role models were getting rarer, and Solomon was listening to the hearts that were empty, and in that listening, he heard the voices within, amen.
We all want to win, we all want to come first, we all want this, we all want that, while love just wants you be be happy, and there is no pride in that, only wisdom, amen. Solomon listened to an older person talk about the curse of this or that, he listened closely, wondered if they understood the meaning of blessings, and how they were passed on. He’d precedent on his side. It was written in the ancient scriptures, it was written in the words of Moses, the false worship of idols, and what it can do for you. The false pride was a cul de sac that lead nowhere, a blind alley. He heard of old stories, where those with great spirit, encountered the organised evil of those with false pride, and how later on, the angels didn’t tread in certain places, because of the antics of those, who filled the places with false pride, we’ve been warned he sighed so often, just remember Moses
Busy dear she shouts from below, just getting ready to go out you know, in a flash closes the screen, before giving it one more glance, whoa bet the secretary wouldn’t do anything like that. Little fred calls his pals over, look what I got as they all get closer, whoa, whoa, she’s just like Cindy’s mom replies small martin, is that what she looks like without her clothes on. Seven and eight they aint sure what it is, those pretty girlie picture, it’s like swilling granddads booze, it does strange things with their heads. Rhianna and Gaga they are such bad role models, look at their antics and the life they are going through, rant of the caring professional journalist, looking for attention and cash, nothing like stirring up the troubled, and those dumb with their cash. Father time quips Obama all the time, makes a point with the deserted classes, funny how it’s all forgotten when the crunch arrives, the votes are in and the party are singing, father time. If a third of internet time is pornographic time, and this includes humungous amounts of young children and teens, ignoring those already addicted to that stuff, what is the fate of the young children, that surround these people all the time, all these so mercilessly stuck in that sexual type of routine, where does the lust go is all I am saying, it’s Babylon all over again, is that what it means. No one in the world is willing to admit, the addictive nature of the human deceit, or more importantly, the void in the heart every child is born with. Get on with it I hear you all say, well I saw the cloud and many things greater I can say, and when I say I saw, I have it I don’t need attention like a child, come running in the door with a smile on my face to tell you how I played, imagine the children with no fathers, who have no one to exclaim such joy, your getting away from the point of the exercise, what is going to fill the void, where love was supposed to lay. Handkerchiefs, tears, I didn’t mean it, she’s leaving me, third divorce, three is lucky, next time I’m only in it for sex, love doesn’t matter anyway, with excuses and reasons we put ourselves down, to justify our emotive output the lack of it I mean, so back to my question, what is going to fill the void where love is supposed to lay. Are you busy dear, always, so many damn lobbyists to deal with. George Clooney invited us to his place next weekend. is he sending his jet asks Michelle…we’ll have to use air force one dear replies Mr president…ooooh coo’s Michelle, i love having the secret service around, they even cook. minutes from the white house they sell every drug in the world, children as young as ten, sounds like all they do is …
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