Hollywood is Burning….

What, the old man tries to raise his head, hearing is poor, what you say, Hollywood is burning, the words mean nothing to him, he is in a hospital bed. His daughter is reading the paper to him, she is trying to keep him interested, it’s the anniversary of his wife’s death too, he seems to be wondering about her, there are tears in his eye, slow weepy tears, tears of regret, you say something about Tom Hanks, the green mile being his favorite movie, No Dad, Hollywood is burning, he still doesn’t understand. No Spider man to rescue him, no superman to help him, no Iron man either, just the help of the public hospital and those who fund it, Hollywood, the word is one he associates with the lives of others, Hollywood always burned, burned into his memory.

Tom Hanks is thinking of running for President Dad, what do you think of that, do you hear me, Tom  Hanks is running for President, the old mans ears prick up, a crease covers his brow, you mean Donald Trump is dead, his eyes are open. No Dad, Donald Trump is in Paris, it says so in the papers, he’s at the George Cinq, where the paper says it costs $3,000 a night. The old man shakes his head, the election promises, the blue collar man’s friend, blue collar fraud, when an old man can’t find a hospital in his neighborhood and has to travel twenty miles to find a room to die in.

The daughter looks anxiously at her beloved Dad, she wants him to cheer up, give him a happy thought. There’s a Marilyn Monroe movie on tonight. His eyes widen, a round smile fills his face. his eyes twinkle, he turns his head to the side, looks at his youth, and says, I drove her in my cab once, and she left me a fifty dollar tip, some broad he says. His daughter nods, she has heard the story fifty times, it makes him smile. Hollywood was alive then he sighs…

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Mess Up for Heaven’s Sake

She is an addicted cleaner, she spots dirt, she blows a fuse, her temperature rises, it’s as if she has spotted a demon, out comes the chemical rescue, a squirt here and there, got ya she smiles, while killing anything organic nearby, will you leave me in peace he says, she has the brush under his feet, he is trying to watch TV. She doesn’t listen, this has been the way for years. Solomon sighed, those were the days, a memory that makes him laugh, it wasn’t anything to be shy about.

Being an educator, you can’t make a cake without creating a mess, same way you can’t teach a child without getting upset, difference is, what comes out of the oven. The boy is small, a learner, just imitates and wants to get on with life, pulls a chair to the sink, playing with water, everyone small loves it, the splash and the mess. Roll up your sleeves, the boy turns his head, will you shut up he says, there is a smile on his face,  i said roll up your sleeves, I don’t do laundry.

The mess continues, there is water on the floor, there is water everywhere, are you finished yet, the child is washing the dishes, placing them on the side, Solomon is watching carefully, doesn’t want the kid to slip, eventually, eventually, the wash up is done, it’s time to negotiate. The dinner is always a task, how do you get them to eat healthy, do you remember the wash up he says, the child nods, doesn’t notice the spoon in the air, open up, the boy opens his mouth, another mouthful gone.

Mess up for heaven’s sake, there is bargaining power in it, it’s not just mess, it’s real learning. The mothers look at Solomon, what do you know about feeding children, he sighs, there is a cake on the table, he reaches for it, not before you have eaten your dinner they say, i suppose.

Opportunity of a life time!

 

Spirit of love sweeps across the earth, pouring out from east to west, a wave of goodness that has no equal, a wave of power that will silence the beast, as hearts begin to fully love in every way, so help this wave every day of your life, unburden yourself and let your love flow, it’s the will of God Most High and it’s real. For far too long fear has gripped the world, silenced the voices of wisdom and love everywhere, well, God Most High is pushing the love and it’s evidenced in many events of divine portions, it’s everywhere and it’s something you cannot afford to miss, he wants all of us to amend ourselves for love, and once we do the earthly paradise that has been so long coming, will arrive and it will be clear everywhere, so don’t delay, the evil ones are in despair, they cannot pretend not to notice either, as for real time comfort, check the image in the sky, it’s real and it’s His Way of giving us comfort, showing his divine mercy and love for all of us, we are all His Children when we love, amen.

Love solves all problems and is the answer to every prayer.. this is a re blog, but it is so true.

via Love cures people,

Old Man Reading…

Sits in the same chair, been doing it for years, he’s reading that old book. They pass him, the grandchildren, they don’t want to engage with him, he’ll ask questions, he is boring, can’t run or walk, just an old man reading a very old book. They go out on the street, leaving the old man to the book.

A year later they are back in the house, the old man is still reading the book, picking through the threads, adding bits to the wisdom he has been pooling. They shrug, I told you, all he does is read that book, no one will believe it, he just reads it over. Across the street a painter works a mural.

Years later they are back at the house, he must be nearly a hundred, there, he is still reading that book, his eyes, how can he keep it up, they shrug, go out side, they catch up with old school friends, they are at university now, across the street they notice, Jesus, what a beautiful mural they say.

He struggles on his back, the temple is being repainted, the light is poor but there is day light left, he wants to finish it before his vacation, he adds a few strokes, eases back, takes a second look, the shade of blue is perfect, her eyes mirror the blue in her garment, giving it the divine affect.

They went out in pursuit of what was only going to last a moment, well, once consumed it’s gone, while what the old man pursued, was what was going to last for ever. Nice and easy does it every time. Solomon sighed, what’s the rush, time is plentiful, what were you going to fill it with, was what mattered, amen.

Where has Daddy Gone….

I hear that again she says, I hear it everyday, her head is splitting, what can she answer, he has left them, just keep them busy, she does her best, works two jobs to keep it together, their boy, well, her boy, what do you say to the abandoned child. Besides she thinks, so many have to get used to it, a moral crime, but who notices. Halloween is approaching, trick or treating she smiles. He is helping her clean the kitchen, his small hand on the brush, I’ll do this he says. He heard it said in church, do good at home and the Good Lord will help you out, so he tries.

Where is Daddy gone, she hears it in the morning, how can I fix it for him, buy him a new toy, anything to distract him. Seeking the love he has been denied, he will seek till something overtakes his emotions, he’s a pushover for anything that blurs his mind. The years pass, he is in a jail cell, sharing it with another affected child that never grew up.  What did your father do asks his cell mate, how can you answer, he was a deadbeat, left them.

Solomon was listening to a story, it was hard on the heart what he heard, the stuff you have to listen to, but a listener he was. The child is a tool in a warring marriage gone wrong, hurt the father, deny him access, it’s her trump card. all she did was hurt her child. Bargaining with love and turning it into hate instead, was this the fate of the world he wondered. They planned for the worst in government circles, never once thinking there was another way. Solomon sighed, do they want Holy Spirit to succeed, or is it just words.

In a nutshell, the world and it’s survival depended on the love on offer, he hoped it was going to improve, amen. Storms had eased, blessings poured in, it was not imaginary, Solomon was reminding himself, the life on offer had much to offer, if only we put a little more thought into it. His own woes had been increased and he was trying to avoid trouble, was it a test, hardly, just the demon hoping to confuse him. Are you listening Dear Father in Heaven?.

My Interest

My interests he asked, it wasn’t the question she was prepared for, my interests, she didn’t want to be evasive, it was not the question you hear on a first date. Why is he asking me, she makes for the bathroom, her I –

phone is with her. She texts a girlfriend while sitting on the loo, he asked me this what am i supposed to say to him, he’s cute. Between the piddle and the text she gets a few suggestions back. Being honest she didn’t know her own interests, tended to follow the herd, what most did in fact, the road of least resistance. It was now answer time, she comes back smiling, her lipstick is done up, she pouts a fiery smile, hoping it will distract and point him to the late night entertainment, my interests, he sounds as if he wants to get to know me, what was i thinking. She orders them a double sambuca, and another, soon they will stagger from the restaurant, …..but you still haven’t answered my question, what are your interests, he poses the question dressed in her bathrobe, while they discuss the coffee on the table.

Solomon sighed, God knows you from what you practice, amen.