Help Now?

The playing field, the game is on, the play is swift, the tussle, the crowd on their feet, the ah, the ooh, the young fan looks up, come on God she says, we need you now, the hope of a little one, why not, they are told to ask, and nothing pleases the almighty, like happy content children, so ask. The patience of Moses, that was then, we are smarter now, there is so much that has been learned.

The grandmother wails, the nephew last year, shot down, another grandchild this time, is there no end to it, help now. The wails are loud, the community leader, trying to be both helpful and appeasing, tries to rally the youth, we’ll protest, they stiffen up, the words from their mouths harsh, is this the way you pursue peace, help now.

The field, the day, the signs plenty, can this be real, we all are asked to question the Spirit, for their are different types. The prayer is made, the help arrives, again, the prayer is made, the help arrives again, the prayer is made, the help arrives again, repeat, repeat, the officer on the ground shouts, repeat repeat, is there a prayer request in asking for help.

Solomon sighs; everyday examples of intervention, everyday examples of expert opinions trying to change your mind, even in the times of Jesus, 2,000 years ago. Repeat, repeat, help now, help now, the dispatcher sends reinforcements, the problem eases. Help Now, the spirit needs help, the Heavens send the signs, but how do we use them, amen.

My Roots

The prisoner sits on the bed, head down, the preacher in attendance, the hour of execution near, the man weeps, the preacher listens, waits, what words can he use, he thinks to himself, the weeping continues, the whimper of a child, perhaps a child hiding in a corner, about to face punishment, the child though, does not understand, just waits. The weeping eases, the preacher asks, anyone you want to pass on last wishes to, family friends or others, roots maybe.

Roots, how do you have roots if you have never filled out, if life is cut short, the vitals missing, nice thoughts for a professional therapist, but on the verge of execution, who worries about the roots. The prisoner says nothing, fate has been accomplished, the teachers said he’d reach a bad end.

Solomon sighs, the age expectation cut short from the start, the snide remarks so many have to put up with, the down looks, you deserve to be down there, what do you expect, considering where you come from, all the jibes, never given the notion of great expectation, like an annoying sound in the ear, will it ever go away. Solomon wondered at the mind set some have, how it’s constructed, and how it’s a weight on the shoulders, having to justify oneself, then thought of Jesus, the everyday test, the everyday tricks, trying to catch him up. No one is immune from the human psyche, and the thoughts stored in there, even the Great One had to put up with it. Solomon was building a bridge of understanding, well, trying to explain how we come to hold differing opinions, where do they come from. It’s in the Holy Books, the descendants of Jesus, all written out, to explain the spiritual journey, the passing down of the faith, so by the time of Jesus, there was a solid foundation of faith on which there was building ground.

The prisoner, on his feet, about to take his final steps in the flesh, the pastor behind him, two wardens in front and behind, the prison governor leading the parade, the mood solemn, a flotilla of news people waiting, a mob outside chanting, is he dead yet, a total circus, while the family of the prisoner pray for a miracle, a last minute reprieve, hoping. My roots my roots he thinks, while he shuffles along, feet in chains, as if he could escape, dear Lord he says, you dealt me a strange hand, from the start.

The phone rings, the procession stops, it’s the presidents office. Trust in God, amen.

Following Jesus

The steps, what do we do, how do we follow Jesus. The bus stops, the man gets on board, the trip, he is going to follow Jesus. The tour begins, how is the state of your heart, the voice over the P.A. announces, the man looks around, notices, he is the only one on the bus, so it’s me your talking to. The heart, he thinks of his heart felt deeds, how he thinks of his neighbors, his judging of others, does he, then the ache, do others judge him similarly. The heart passes the test, anxiety eases as he continues on the trip. Following Jesus, how do we get it, do we set up a score card and count our shots, is it that simple, are we too late. The voice over again, do you let scorn and anxiety take you over, does it consume you, the thoughts you have of others, is this your focus point. The man on the bus shakes his head, what’s the meaning of this, I just want to follow Jesus.

No thoughts, the man is speechless, he thinks while the fields pass by, waves to the occasional cow, he is thinking, reflecting, wondering, self examining, the bus driver smiles, at least he is listening. The man can’t think, it’s as if an alien entity has taken over his mind, well, that is the feeling, your life invaded, those thoughts, all self needs, all self desire, all self will, all consuming, it is hard to think of anything else. The bigger this the better that, wish i had this, that too, more, prefer that, looks great, what, the drift from the thoughts of Jesus, how self absorbed we become, sometimes a need but not a way to live a life, unless, well, there are exceptions.

The bus driver getting no response to the prompts, stops the bus at a shop. The man decides to leave the bus, and go on foot, in his dream to follow Jesus. The lesson, a simple one, the seeds and what we water them with, what is it that we want to follow, the image of the man, or the meaning of the teaching, in short, you follow Jesus in your deeds, it’s the action, amen.

Solomon smiled; the gospel of Jesus Christ shown to be true, what does that mean for mankind?

Healing

The healer wakes, light is showing, the curtain slightly off, a bar of sun runs through the room, five minutes the healer says, then time to get up. Stretch, thought, the day, what’s in store, the to do list, a run through of what is basic, before the serious business of healing. The kitchen side board is cleared, the area cleaned, the mixture assembled, the cake, so many ingredients, once together and in the right oven, the results are assured. The cook prepares the cooking tray, greases the base, the implements are cleaned a few times, after each use, the cook is busy until the area is cleaned again, while the cake matures in the oven. Two hours later, the oven door opens, a plume of smoke escapes, along with the sweet aromas of cooked fruits, a prick with a needle, ten minutes more. Three hours later, the cake is sliced while the tea is poured, then everyone digs in, the cook just smiles.

Healing sighed Solomon, you need to be prepared. You would not attend a wedding looking like a tramp, in the same manner, when you seek healing, you must prepare and believe from the start, amen.

Open the heart a little more…

gently, the water flows down the stream, it’s not in a rush, the drops, they are all going somewhere, out to sea eventually, the journey perpetual, but none of the drops know this, they just do. The heart and all the drops inside, the tears we release at times of emotional security, the fear gone, the hope remains, the last relationship a shipwreck, how many years did it take to recover from that you ask, the emotional investment, the secrets they were trusted with, how do you get back to go and start again, when will you find that easy feeling again, or do you worry, the reminders of times bad, and the emotional bank robbery, that you try to recover from, what do you do…

Open the door a little bit more; he is used to sleeping with the light on, but with time, he decides to use the door, leave it open, allow in the light, the heart will adjust, you will get over it, the fears of the darkness. He seems nice, the old fever returns, a longing, is it for me, the trusting that’s involved, then you think of the inside feeling, that’s the reminder of old, where does he come from, Solomon sighs;

Trust in the eternal love, don’t leave it to doubt, the one true power that Unites all love. The door opens in the heart, small steps, the first step on the new born child, who is not afraid of falling over, even if those watching the little steps worry, everyone knows you will fall over dear, it’s just that, we get up again. The Man on the cross, the story, it didn’t seem good at the moment of capture, when your betrayed, but 2,000 years later, the story remains, hold firm, open the heart a little more, amen.

A bed for the night

My head, space, freedom at last, sleep, rescue from the night, a secure place to rest, the stress, how can I explain myself, the inside burns, my limbs ache, and I need to see a friendly face, one whom i can trust, everywhere there are doubts, the niggling anxieties even when it seems right, the stories, some made up, but they frighten people, is it true or not, can I afford to take the chance, will someone, just give me a bed for the night. Solomon sighed, the peace of sleep, the freedom spot, the cares of the world dissolve, the body recovers, daily light,I can face the world. How dark thoughts can control the world.

Solomon was praying peace for the tortured soul, the part of you that tries to remain united to God, the space there is always security, where no doubts exist. The thump at the door, the sudden alert, the anxiety returns; there are masters of anarchy who know how to press the buttons, Solomon was reminding the eternal One, the children need help, cut those of the extreme off from any harm they can do, they fill the world with doubts, while the anxious are shaking their heads, asking, where do we find peace. Peace sighed Solomon; look up at the Sky, see the changes, in God you trust, with God you rest, amen.

Her head on the pillow, she breathes in breathes out, harmony in the heart, no fears, true rest.

Women in time

I found a husband, the family celebrate, the extended family, the concerns, normal, the year 30 AD, life is simple, the sharing of duties, each person knowing their skill, their ability. The time, simple, the attractions simple, life expanding, the dreams, mostly eternal, the wish, the loving protection of God Most High, healthy family, and a peace filled community, sounds simple. The mega stores didn’t exist, credit rare, the sweat you spill, the food you eat, unless your a writer or artist perhaps.

2020, the energy is not the same, there is pressure, expectations, the sexless person does not appear to exist anymore, while the media runs stories, what is your sex anyway, children confused, do we believe the news, didn’t they say it was fake anyway. Issues with men, few women escape them, the dress code, being male minded, tough, you do want to get along don’t you. the habits you have to adopt, life you suppose.

The energy is strong, she feels it around her, great at the start, but who wants the attention, its’ too regular, and to complain, that’s like taking offence to it. Women in time, the first casualties of war, in every war, apart from truth, the issues with men, and this energy, this male energy, almost demanding, the woman, she doesn’t feel comfortable around it, wants to work and be left alone, her privacy respected.

Women in time, the needs of mother nature, what happens when she weakens, are those signs not written about, a reminder, that all is not well in nature. May the men, focus on the needs of mother nature, the needs of those who are in need of help, not the needs of men, that appear to be perpetual, social media, how it ramps up the trouble, perhaps a warning to all, amen.

The Lady loses her creativity…

Where does it go, the inspiration, the ego, stop thinking too much, pause, it’s just a break, stop, the world is just a day, one starts up, it’s going to happen again, do you need to cure depression, are you too much into saying, nothing will ever change, what will i do with life, it’s too much, the head is full with darkness, to whom do i go for help. Feeling lost at times is being normal, you lose yourself, you find, the little upsets, stop, how do you cure mental unwellness, can i help myself. Here, begin with a story, meaning, start to listen, amen.

The day is only a lesson, your the pupil. The mood fills the head, help you want, listen, by the time you read the lesson, you will begin to think, another thinks of me, that’s empathy, become emphatic, you will start to listen closely without prejudice, thinking of others basically.

The more you listen, the easier the self feels, your helping another. There are many days ahead of you, practice the habits that bring life internal to your spirit, the darkness does not live in the light, it’s practice, amen.

Extreme Thinking

Stop, don’t react, listen, ask why the actions of extremist’s upset, what are they trying to gain, reaction, the french presidential elections, the contest, the chaos in eastern Europe, the unity of the EU union, the choice, what sort of life do you want. Solomon read the script, the effort to pull your attention, from topic to topic, the fear in Europe, the return of extreme thought, the building of boundaries, the old fears, trying to pigeon hole those trying to make the changes, did I say that, the use of sound-bytes, the election minded, trying to gauge the atmosphere in the polls, as many new potential leaders take their chances, what does one need to do thought Solomon, where do you find peace.

The usual crisis have been moved aside, what was front page news weeks ago, days ago, relegated, this is the news, this is what attracts the viewers, the mind step, that gave politicians oceans of free advertising, that said, how many votes are given from the point of view of being worn out with the current lot, too many.

Extremism, Jesus faced constant spying when he announced to the Pharisee’s and His Apostles, the changes that were coming, they tried every known trick to catch him out, they paid a friend money to sell him out, in short, Those who put the words of Jesus Christ first, always have to get around the issues; Am I compassionate, Am I charitable, am I able to withstand the storm inside others, can I stay true to the Faith.

Down through the ages, books are burned to insult and keep people ignorant, it’s ongoing, the criticism over what we read, it’s the fashion. In current times, The Gospel of Jesus Christ has been shown to be true, and as with other Revelations, by reading the Holy Books, as seen through the eyes of the Gospels, leads to a fuller understanding of those life giving words. A doctor in the field has to retrain every year, to combat the new technology, and as with revelation, (Jesus in short means, forgiveness, understanding, compassion etc), it’s an opportunity to re think what has been learned, in the context of what is divine assistance, amen, why worry, the world that wants peace seeks peace, amen.

Solomon revisits the past

Purely for love and no other reason I do these things for you without condition I humbly ask you my dear lord To open the hearts of all those closed Purely for love and no other reason
I told her I loved her she asked me why I tried to explain she started to cry Her tears were real we both embraced Purely for love and no other reason
I humbly ask The Lord for some direction, I remember the hearts of all those broken,The families split up, children are crying,Purely for love and no other reason
I started to sing my song went like this,Keep us together forever may it last, Stay with me and make me strong, Purely for love and no other reason
The days unfold like sheets of wind, Blowing across this difficult world, Soothe the soul and make us kind, Purely for love and no other reason
My health is weak but my heart is firm, I try my best I believe in my Lord, Sometimes it works sometimes I cry,Purely for love and no other reason

Solomon smiled, the rhythm is alive, as is the Heart inside, the changes in this world, like the cloud, they come, and then they depart, may we listen to the old words, and slow it all down, this ambition we call life, amen.