Society has created a series of loopholes and excuses and future excuses to justify all that is unwell with the rearing of children, it’s the facts, sorry to offend thee. We are more interested in what other nations are doing, always pointing the finger, it would be worse if they lived over there, that’s the same as telling the child in the bad neighbourhood he’d have more comfort living in Beverly Hills. The madness of it all will bring about the downfall of society, as God Most High has warned, and if you are a suffering child, an enslaved woman, a hungry mother with children to feed, a father without work, a truth chaser, it wont happen soon enough. This is the reality of the times we live in, all is changing, and it’s happening faster than anyone could have imagined. Real change that is meaningful only happens from the top down, even if the pressure from the bottom is what forces the volcanic change required. Laugh if you want, the world won’t change because of one mans ideas, well, the world was created simply, can be extinguished as simply too, no pun intended, just trying to be persuasive as regards the power within us all, the first step of a child, the first time a lawyer tells the entire story, the first time a man is honest with his wife, there is always a first time. When you lie on the bed and it’s near the end, you’ll have so many thoughts you’ll never share and wished you did. Is it possible to shut off the flow of love, it seems it is for many, maybe we should try a little harder, amen.
She runs to the shelter, there is no space, she goes home again gets her faced pushed in, no resources available to tend to her needs, while 25 trillion rests off shore, the story goes on, the children witness the slaughter, their minds forever spoiled, this is love the little boy thinks, does the same when the passions run dry, many years later it’s repeated. Solomon was asking, the emotional words that pour out, the tears in the eyes, the TV cameras and the lies, a tissue, a wipe and they are forgotten, till the next opportunity arrives. The shelter cost so little to run, volunteers mostly, and help from the government, well, when families break up the economy thrives, why put an end to such a thing, it will cost us jobs as well. Solomon sighed, they could have purchased the opium crop in afghanistan for a tiny fraction of the security budget allocated, cost jobs there too if they ever did something about it. Send them a message dear Father. Solomon read the warnings, the time was now, put an end to the extremists and let families live again.
Meanwhile, so many talent given souls fill the off shore hideaway with their spoils, while the small child cowers in the corner, his little hands over his eyes, while Dad beats mammy to a pulp, what a legacy to leave given the talent freely received, amen.
too many cows out there but we have to eat,
to many people living in fear there is no doubt,
too many children living without both parents,
too many women suffering all kinds of violence,
too man drugs available on every modern street,
climate change what do we mean about that?,
it appears to me he said with a very wry smile,
that climate change experts are totally clueless,
trying to alter what while ignoring all of that,
If it wasn’t fair it wasn’t good enough, Solomon wasn’t changing, there were those who would be left waiting, and it wasn’t what he could settle on, he was asking, making it 100% clear, the old ways were out, they’d seen so much. He imagined the happy child, the heart filled, the joy of expression that moves and soothes, not the idol worship so many were addicted to. Reputations didn’t cut it with him, most of them ego’s, limp, despite all the talent. God Most High wasn’t myth. It was serious, the signs too real. If it needed to be said, he was going to say it. When love was allowed to grow, magic happened, when it bloomed in mature hearts, it reached heavenly bodies, gave impetus to all that was good, when the spirit was weakened, chaos ensued, as those with low esteem, and deep hurt inside knew too well. Solomon saw the fruits of previous efforts, seeds encouraged many years before. If, we weren’t so judgmental, how things would have been change, amen
i’ll stand for your child, words thrown about, like cash from a dispenser,
the added protection, the statement that means everything, rely on me,
young child skulks upstairs, head down dream in disarray, been abandoned,
the hunger is his tummy real, afraid to open his mouth, hears about God Parents,
shrugs as he passes the picture, usual one sacred heart, it appeared to stare,
what have you done lately, he’s too young for excuses, afraid to say a word,
God Parents and duty, about as useful as an empty promise, so child asks,
the difference between wining and losing, loving or abusing seconds. Solomon was putting love into perspective in accordance with ancient wisdom and modern living. To insist on being first, was stating the case for the self, as loving is giving of oneself, it meant you had to come second, and coming second meant suspending your ambition in favour of a greater goal. It was the teaching of Jesus, and it was shrouded in the parables, being first wasn’t the goal, as being first insisted on a mind set, that didn’t agree with being second, simple as it is, Solomon understood this in a far wider context than the plain words he was using. In a world that divided itself according to class and other forms of difference, coming second had consequences. It had inherent wisdom, coming second. Because mother’s put their children first, coming second wasn’t a problem, it was natural. But teaching others to put others first would, if preached and practised, have wider consequences that were trans-formative, particularly for religions. Believers in God Most High were all seconds, and seconds in reality. Being born again was the second birth, being born again meant eternal life, being second allowed those with addictive minds to cure themselves. it made forgiveness a little bit easier, it made sharing easier, made love much stronger. Men just had to learn it, as women seemed to be born with it, and perhaps, it solved the ego issue across the world, a second. Solomon sighed, far more than they could imagine possibly, a second, being second cured most ego problems too…made loving so much easier for everyone too….did she remember…