One Smile

her eyes sagged a little, the chirpy smile was missing, it had been there a long while, he noticed the first day he entered, there was great spirit in her eye, he knew that he was in loves great care, and so he felt good every time he visited there, she has the eyes of a mother the heart of a lover, lucky woman he sighed, to be a friend of hers, awesome he sighed.

Solomon smiled, there were those he met who brought out the sunshine inside, in real time, how was that for awesome, and good at the coffee too.

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Blessings

written two thousand seven hundred and twenty three days ago almost, give or take an hour or two, well close on that time. He meant to say years, but the sun was high in the sky, and it was hot, was it sun stroke, Ezra is walking around the wild flower field, he’s talking with the angel, so real, he is both amazed and frightened, not frightened in the sense of today, but frightened at the scale of the disclosure, there’s loads of blessings stored up, the holy grail of help. The angel is humming a Johnny cash tune, what’s that smiles Ezra, he likes the beat, down down down in a blazing ring of fire, down down…is that a sad tune your humming asks Ezra, momentarily distracted, the mornings work has been a load, something the angel knows. to ease the mood he picked a tune from the future to help Ezra relax, for some reason Johnny cash was in his brain jukebox.

The humming stops, the angel smiles, nice tune isn’t it, Ezra nods, now back to business says the angel, i don’t want to loose the job and the boss expects results. Ezra raises his eyebrows, i’m listening, come on. yeah, blessings, it’s a treasure chest, once you unlock it, well, they are there for the taking but you have to earn it that’s all. How do we do that thought Ezra excited, am i going to win a camel,

maybe my own water well too, what a blessing he smiled, i’ll have all i need, and we will have water for ever too.

Solomon was reading Ezra, the ancient writings. Interesting stuff. The Faith to believe was in deed the gift. amen There are blessings stored up, to be poured out, you just have to be able to receive them. So that’s what they meant, the words always confused him, to those who have more will be given, faith he sighed. He saw her on the street, he saw them everywhere, everywhere the faith was working, new looking people, amen.

Lost Children

where have all the flowers gone, where has all the innocence gone, it is the era of the lost generation, but it was no cause for despair, the enlightened were working to fix the issue, there were angels appearing from all sorts of places, the message was being made clear, where have all the children gone. She’s ten acts thirty, she is addicted to adulthood but can’t control it, the lost generation, the search party found them at last, amen.

Orlando Murder Spree

Solomon read the news report, the details vague the outcome savage, blood on the dance floor, a new nail in the coffin of hate, as politicians and others rush to judge, the act of a mad man nothing more, same as that pilot on the Lufthansa flight, driven into the mountain then disappeared, the world was fraught with dangers, so the report seemed to say, no safe place for certain individuals.

Across the Mediterranean a mother flee’s, it’s a rickety boat and she’s hopeful, the cost of remaining home slavery, she takes her chances and flee’s, she’s a brother in Germany others further afield, the boat starts to lurch, the passengers begin to panic, the boat keels over and the boat disappears, the plight of the many millions forced into this, a report on a boring old U.N desk, soon forgotten

How we re act to tragedy, in a world stunted in love, where the real stuff is rare, is usually an out pouring of grief. Understanding that there was much that was wrong ,was a far better approach than blaming someone, then letting it all happen again, amen. The demons never encourage forgiveness, always push the very opposite, encouraging the fear everywhere, amen.

The world was in need of healing and forgiveness, and so Solomon hoped, the Orlando tragedy would be a watershed moment, not another reason violent reaction, as those of the evil minded had hoped, amen.

 

Donald The Builder

move over bob, here comes Donald, bob the builder got the blues, The Donald is stealing his bricks and mortar, not just Mexico folks, he is building walls in Co.Clare Ireland also, shouldn’t he be taking them down though, in such a divided world, well, do you want leaders who create….well.. where is my digger shouts donald, bob sulks in the corner, that used to be mine! Hillary smiles, I’ll bury him with the cement, Donald puts his foot in it again, this stuff sticks he yells, amen

Waiting for Godot

mother huddles, three children around her, there is a man down stairs, their father and he is going to hurt her, she tries to keep them quite, the little one with thick glasses, is dying to go for a pee, wait the mother says, her hand across her mouth, the little girl wets herself, the noise below continues, she put in a 911 call more than an hour ago, he said he was coming home and that meant trouble, she immediately rang the services, frightened to death, did he hit you yet mam, has he used violence on your children….the operator was doing their job, a bit like your doctor i suppose, why the delay and failure to respond, wait, they will be with you soon, wait and ..the door bursts open the children scream, waiting didn’t do them any good at all, amen.

Easter

 

We came from the clouds, set down roots and began, were given the keys to happiness, it was a living paradise, then what was mine became yours, and what was yours you wouldn’t share, they we fought about it, and it was paradise no more, the rest is history as they say, which we celebrate as Easter, the resurrection!, or Ramadan, it’s the same God, amen.