The Needy Princess

That feeling, wanting to speak up but having no one to listen to, well no one who will really listen, not those who dismiss your emotions, another one they say, as if it’s all their empathy rolled into one word, them. The patience isn’t earned, it’s practice, the listening is earned, its practice, it’s what we do most, that we become. Aloof in the castle, so few around, the dreams, your not allowed have them, you have a duty, you feel taken, predisposed to a way of life, that has always been destructive, its like being part of a criminal world, you just can’t leave it, so you become, the needy princess.

In the beginning you get what you want, there is nothing you can’t have, intuition, you can have what you want now, the patience others have annoys you, you will never be like that, why should you wait.

The needy people, the button, the response, the thrill, another like me button hit, the feel good, same as any addict, you want more. From the time you wake, the day is a cake filling, the morning the sponge, the evening the sponge, in the middle, the events of the day, which you will revolve in your head later, how did you fill the day. A clean bed, says the homeless man, a dry pair of shoes, asks the orphan, just breakfast shouts another, so one by one, they set out to make sure it happens or hoping it will happen, we are all needy.

Solomon sighed; he was watching the dreams pour down the street, every hand every leg, all of them going about the needs of the day, some busy, some hoping to meet a friend, some hoping to find a smile, some just glad to be able to work. The dreams that pass you everyday, the rucksack on the back, the wandering eye, the small head on it’s way from school, wondering about the shop, wondering if they will afford a shop, the rustle of coins, never enough, the long trudge home, then the beginning of a new dream.

Many people were suffering from mental un wellness, trying to cope, so much going on, too much for them to handle, getting depressed or hiding it, afraid to appear weak, how do you handle it, how can you cope, the daily barrage, can’t even get out of bed. As for the idle mind, there is nothing to free yourself from worry, and the med’s only tire you out. How do you handle it, there has to be a way.

Everyone needs a back up plan, a source that never lets you down. It could be a long term project that you have had on your mind, that you give time to, when your confused, or about to be; just the space for a time out without worrying. In olden times, children had many hobbies. A child without friends is very lonely, and it shows. Solomon was reading the article, mental health awareness week, how so much harm is locked hidden inside us. He read some, then thought about the words he spoke with a friend. How the demon plays with our idle minds he said, then thinking about it, he imagined Jesus, encountering the demon, who offers him control of the world, provided, Jesus worship the demon, which of course he couldn’t, no matter how attractive the offer.

In tough times, hold onto your inner being, amen. Think of the gladness of those who lived in ancient times and encountered Jesus, first time around, how their hearts still glow, amen.

The Soldiers Lament

How many died in that war, how many innocent victims, orders carried out, whom did you serve, the death toll in the many millions, lives stolen, where next, those lost souls, the soldier laments, the memory still reeling, did i really take a hand in that, the worries deepen, the signs from above, and the warnings, would I do it different if I had the choice today, how will i be judged, the soldier laments. The gold medal sits lonely on the wall, bravery in the face of.. he no longer recalls, and no one ever visits. he shrugs, the gratitude of the country will always be with you, he didn’t feel that way when he returned from Vietnam, but they bamboozle you with the glory of victory, and hide the truth, were we really that gullible, the soldier laments.

Crisis of conscience, who do you go to to ease that. The number of genocides and massacres, enough blood spilled to fill every blood bank for years to come, amen, the soldier still laments.

Solomon sighed; the signs were coming, what did they mean?

The Lesson

Jesus taught us the ways to God. What is the lesson. How we treat others, how we judge others is how we ourselves will be judged.Those that have contempt for the ways of God, have to be certain, of what fate awaits them. The lesson goes further than that; Jesus used the words of the prophets, to emphasize His teaching. In a nutshell, there are no idols,only God. Do we have work to do, the lesson from all the signs, amen.