The Voice

Her ears shifted up, it was the voice, there was a rhyme in her heart, it wasn’t that she listened to pure rhythm, it was the way her heart reacted, there was an ease in her stride, even if she walked in the dark, she couldn’t see, so she learned to feel emotionally, the senses. Her eyes had never been cast upon envy as the eyes do normally see, they did not see the love that was on parade, it wasn’t that she wasn’t feeling inside, it was the way she expressed herself, the gentle sigh, the call of a bird in the trees, love is never threatening, just brings along a case of sensuous anxiety sometimes, so it was to the voice she was tuned, it was how she dealt with the difficulty of sight, having eyes and being unable to see, being blind while being able to see.

Solomon was remarking on the reaction of a fried, the widening smile, and how easy it was to ad a little sparkle to any life, how the lack of threat was freedom to many, just being able to be oneself, true. There are words we want to put on situations, sometimes we can’t find them, our emotional baggage is too heavy, other times we are afraid to utter them, afraid of the reaction and how it could change something. In the cafe he heard her voice, it wasn’t the conversation, it was the way she blended her smile and words with that voice, amen. It was music for the heart, that voice.

Being Responsible

We didn’t pollute the air, we didn’t spoil the oceans, we didn’t start wars, we didn’t cause anything, damn it Donald, what do you take responsibility for, Donald runs his hand threw his mop, still there he sighs, will look good

at the invitation dinner tonight. First impressions make a difference. From the top of the building there is not a chance of a flood, from the size of the army there is no threat, from the size of the 20 trillion overdraft, he chuckles at that one. No, we are not responsible for the polluted world, look, why worry, if we are cute we’ll blame the citizens of china, look at Russia he says, damn it, this is going to cost too much, can’t we talk about something else. The all present God, the consciousness of many, the voices of those is trouble, from the sewer that was created, are all wondering, when will Donald become responsible. Mother Nature cries out, the Almighty Father hears it, hears all of her petitions. Solomon sighed, we all have to be part of the clean up.

Storms turned around, weather, the chance to put things write, right, write. Did the people realize the potential of words. Solomon encountered it, and wondered why, it had not been made clearer. As the prophets of old did, we could all petition the divine True God, all we had to do was make the effort. Compassion, understanding, these were not price tags, money after all was printed with a machine, clean water, well, that was a different matter, just being responsible.

The Little Man

It’s my day, he wakes with a rush, lies in his cot, just wonders, the little tot. It’s going to be great, he knows the routine, he’s going to get a choice, he already knows it, and he just smiles from the heart, then the door opens, and there his mother stands, arms open, her eyes wide with wonder, his eyes fling wide, pick me up look in his eyes. She laughs, come on you, she carries him to the kitchen, puts the child, in his seat, puts the kettle on. The worry is over, the demon is gone. She’s found the help she needed, made the step, went across to the other side, met others who were afraid like her, and since that day, her life has been a turnaround. The escape plan of the emotional kind, is now time she can save to spend with her child, the little man. he’s seen what not ought to have been witnessed by a child, but she has forgiven herself, and her little man feels it too. The dark energy is gone, remain in the zone, and don’t go back. It’s her mantra. Every time she looks at him, all she feels is love, it used to be despair, for what she put her child through, those demons she met along the way.

Solomon was reading a story, how addiction is overcome, and the results, the new heart, that resulted. We all win when those in need get the help. Why didn’t they get to rehab sooner retorts the noisy neighbor, why do we get into trouble sighed Solomon. Maybe to remind us, that we are never alone. Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, and each time he asked for the help, it just arrived, and he didn’t have to imagine it. Amen

Don’t Stone me!

the are so many anecdotes, so many ways to interpret those words, fuzzy head, rumbling speech, innocent woman, group of men around her, tied in a street. The exactness of the old teachers, and the ropes they tied to the human spirit, the exalted position they assumed, while they didn’t follow suit. What is it, to one set of folks it’s a relief job, i can’t get my head around it. then imagine, the teacher comes from afar, the tribes are always arguing, fighting and killing each other, one group in charge this century, a new one then comes along, the constant ache and fear, the lingering memories, the reminders, the history, do you remember what they did. In the midst of all this, along comes a fair leader, tries to include, wants the peace to last, adopts some compassionate practices, till one of his own becomes envious, the ex wife, the girlfriend, the brother, or a simple thief.  They take advantage of the kindness, and plan the end of the just leader, amen.

Stop, you are doing this all wrong, you follow the rules but you still don’t listen, it’s the voice of Jesus, we haven’t heard this before. They stop arguing, listen awhile, it hits an inner truth, they can’t ignore it.  If only you knew what you could do, once you stay close to the Father. How easy to imagine it, the wandering prophet, who out of nowhere comes with a wisdom they have not heard before. He points to the teachers of the law of Moses, you have to practice what you preach, you can’t serve God and mammon, it’s not possible, lets get rid of this man, he’s upsetting our get rich plans, turbulence, amen. The message was simple he said, it wasn’t a long list of prohibitions, it was respect for Love, good deeds, and honor for the father, amen. Is it really that easy, well stone me then.

The baby

This Child is not ordinary, she reminds me of my grandfather she says, the eyes. Every Mother has the reaction, some more than others. Would you ever put an effort into what those eyes will soon be seeing by the time it’s four and five, has anyone ever thought of the images that are going to fill that little doting head. Character, i don’t think so, even those exposed to radiation have character, but not my baby. I’d die for the child, and the father says, if anyone harmed my baby, they’d not find refuge on the earth. he flexes his muscles, makes the point, they’ll find out in short time. So why are so many sitting down when they should be standing. Love Baby, love a peaceful world, amen.

Children of the world

Two children play in the rubble, soldiers and hero’s, one holds a wooden AK47, they are more popular than cars, overhead a drone watches, it’s been doing it for years, and what was once a destroyed building, a solitary construction, has now spread to the entire block, but being children, playing and make belief is their fun time, they just use the experience they are accustomed to, and the resources they have at hand. Their parents can’t work, access to the work place is by permit, and the live in the wrong neighborhood.

A young girl bobs her head, she is watching the dance on the screen, she has a smart phone, is doing what her friends are doing, they will all leave a comment and chat about it later, it’s the world they are used to, they are doing what they are accustomed to.

A man of God, arrives on earth, the Holy Spirit is sent, from that far off place that is near at hand, he tries to explain, this life is a leasing agreement, it’s not yours to begin with, you are given a starting point and your goal is to find your way through the maze ,and find use for the love in your heart. he backs up his words with miracles.

imagine today, the number of children under pressure, apart from the tragedies they are exposed to, all of us are exposed to, and trying to make sense of it, and getting advice from those who know nothing about the root causes of so many of the issues, well, they can point out what is wrong but seemly can never do anything about it.

Then imagine a world, where love dominates the agenda, understanding is as normal as breathing, and exploitation is a thing of the past, and the only connection you have to the darkness, are your deeds or non deeds. One reason why Jesus preached forgiveness, it killed hatred. And children don’t need to be reared with hatred. Solomon was trying to make sense of the world. Affirmations and signs. 23,000 dropped dead in the desert when those delivered from slavery, offended Moses. Solomon saw many signs, many of them, there is a power, a mighty power, that is everlasting, and there were those who wanted to limit that knowledge. Each generation could turn the situation around, if they were taught how to love, how hard was that. the children of the world deserved better, all of them, amen. Children follow example, don’t they!.

Our World

One parent, a working mother, a father that rarely visits, who loves you baby, the lament of many young hearts, am i not good enough, might as well try the internet, least i’ll find some friends there. He scrolls the page, clicks and flicks, millions are doing it daily, probably more, self serving celebrity, pours out the drama, hey, i have another follower, the positive you know, the kid doesn’t know.  The dark mind, reads the heads, has a little help from the demon, knows how the spirit works, lead them on, push them over the cliff, got you. A game they called it,  Solomon was reading the text line on the TV, the online bullying saga was getting more press, it wasn’t a recent issue, been going on for years, at least it was the news, did they forget the obvious, society needs to readjust, to set new guidelines, children need parents not child minders amen.

Years before he listened to criticism of the closed society, and how it wanted to limit the free for all access to the online world, and how the so called society in question and all its’ past issues were suddenly highlighted again, in order to kill thought on the subject, access to the online world. A little organisation could fix this he sighed, if they could send space ships and land them on the moon, what was the problem with a little cyber patrol, just saying. So many children lacked the full support so many took for granted today, our world had changed, amen. A

positive imagination got positive results.