Endurance and Love


Start at the end, she lies on the bed, holds a memory of him in her hands, a chain. each time she touches it she feels his strength. To this day she mourns for him, it was the heart she admired, it was her spirit he cherished. Solomon was remarking on the strength of love, and what it could achieve. The times they had endured; he was walking through the remnants of the human graveyard, once a city, it was now a memorial. He saw the thin figures scattered about, he had the photo’s on the wall to remind him, this actually happened; the gas chambers, the false teeth, the bones, the crematoriums. What proof did you need; what he saw devastated the human heart, a reminder what it could do, when it all went wrong.

The number is a tattoo on her arm, her memory, their memory. It was a difficult time, but their love endured; fifty years later he still makes her smiles; She tells her visitors; he always shared his ration with me, but he was a man when he died a young boy, amen.

There are those Dear Father in Heaven, of extreme views, trying in work their way into he thoughts and minds of all who are good, trying to sell them fear, pass on all that is wrong. remind them

for ever more, that their schemes will only fall on those that attempt to harm and no one else, amen.


Old Times – a re blog

TV Land My favorite Westerns When I was very young We had no TV A radio is all we had I remember this to be. We all gathered around And listened to the Jack Benny show And popular songs we sang along At least the ones we know. Then […]

via TV Land My favorite Westerns~by rldubour — OUR POETRY CORNER

Daniel The Prophet – So what can your God do then…

In ancient times, and it’s recorded, there were demon Gods in existence, and there were those, who practiced the dark energy. Men worshiped rocks, and made sacrifices for this and that God, hoping to appease and find favor. Then there is the story of Daniel, (and many other stories of similar type). The kings advisers betray Daniel, the star of the Kings team of advisers by trickery, at which point the King throws Daniel to the lions. Daniel as legend has it, survived unhurt from his trials, at which point the King made them all worship Daniels God, what happened to the treacherous advisers, is probably gore, it doesn’t matter. The point being there are those who believe and there are those who worship demons. In the years in between the times of DANIEL, AND TODAY, there have been many remarkable events, that signify the existence of the Great God of Daniel, irrefutable, despite the efforts of many to rubbish His existence. Why are these stories still told; why do storms change course; what force makes that possible; why wasn’t Daniel eaten and chewed up by the lions.

In the world today, there are many wondering, what happened, as their lives are turned over in a single event, why did it happen to me. Solomon was reflecting on Spiritual Faith, faith in the Loving Spirit, not faith in the material, and what faith in the Spiritual way actually meant. He himself encountered Great Spirit and more than a few miracles, but is still surprised, that those who lead their flocks, fail to recognize, the healing power that Great Spirit disperses, when the love and Faith is real, amen. What happened to that Spirit, that used to reside in human hearts aplenty, what toxicity harmed it. He could imagine some, on their knees this moment, asking God, why me?.

Wisdom would assume, respect for the Higher Power of Heaven, amen. And as that respect gets stronger, divine assistance becomes easier; there being safe hands out there; ask Daniel.


The Intelligence Community

You have the economic community, the cultural community, the euro community, but has anyone heard of the intelligence community, or does intelligence count for much anymore, after all, if the image is all we seem interested in, who needs intelligence, and being short on patience and in search for the self, what has intelligence got to do with anything. The remarkable thing about intelligence, it seems prayerful in the beginning, the world of good intention, the collective wisdom, the ideas, then an action. I suppose you might compare it with a decent prayer; full of gusto, driven, passionate, and in need: many prayers are about rescue, something we need. really intelligent prayers, include more than the life around us, we spread our wings, bring others into the equation, very non modern, the world of the selfie thinks for the self, do I look good in that, you would if you went on a diet, i can hear the comment, this does not sound intelligent at all.

So, being interested in all things human, I have a vested interested in finding intelligence, a bit like seeking life on mars: it’s up there, it’s real, what did it exist for. So without further chit chat, i decided i would seek the intelligence community, not the spying world, but the real world. If laden with talents there has to be an awful lot of intelligence out there.

My first day on the job was not inspiring. They could send men to the moon, but could not sort out access to the world wide web. After all, creating a global platform that allowed anyone with access to a device, entry into the adult world, be it a child, a teenager or adult, did not seem all that intelligent. The same as starting a fire at a petrol pump station; it don’t take much but the consequences can be deadly. As I thought about it, a pint of Guinness to interrupt my search for intelligence was not a bad idea at all. At least that was an intelligent thought.

What world would create toys that encouraged violence, am I right or am I right!, that movie again, the chance to get it right today. Yeah, a cult hit I recall, but because it didn’t include enough violence and sex it was deemed a box office flop, when it wasn’t a flop at all, the intelligence i am looking for. Of course it was said, 2,000 years ago;

“the wisdom of man will prove to be pure foolishness when compared to the wisdom of God”

1940’s, the California desert, are you sure this will work!, a group of scientists build a device with the power to destroy all life, sounds stupid all these years later.



Get Up!

The preacher woman has put the fear of God in them, the accusers retreat from the hall, they see the moving Spirit, they know she represents God, they all step back, their earlier enthusiasm curbed, once they encounter the power of the all mighty One True God, they had never seen the like. She calls them towards her healing hands, where she will lay them down, the crowd is excited, they have been praying, genuinely calling out loud, Save us they pray, save them she did. The newspapers across the United States were full of the wonders, a preacher woman becomes the most famous woman in America, the years, the 1920’s.

The healing Spirit, the gift she was bestowed with, was not a gift as far as the excess’s of human kind were concerned, more a hindrance, you mean they believe, what a problem they thought; she was not a member of the religious mainstream.

Many years later, Solomon hit the same sea

m, came upon the healing Spirit, had the visit of the Great Spirit, and had used it as his special surprise ever since. Seriously, did anyone think they could scheme against the Great Spirit and escape their destiny, no one did.

The old man is tired, his years are closing in, he has disappointments reminding him, there was more he could have done, he is getting the reminders of eternity, as the dots of old memory join up, why didn’t I notice he sighs, his eyes teary. The door opens, and the old sallow skin changes in color, the eyes brighten up, as love enters the room. Isn’t that so easy to do?


Hear my Voice….

She runs up the stairs, admires her slim figure in the wall length mirror at the top, the transformation, six months earlier she was anybody, she was now the chair person of a local charity, and local was New York. She left her make up bag in the shower room, an essential, given that she’d be meeting people for the next three hours. The world of Good intention she sighed, imagining herself meeting the Pope, the Dali lama was too far out for her, but she’d meet him too, if she had to, or as she termed it, while doing my civic duty dear. The horn honks, she takes a deep breath.

“don’t chauffeurs know their station anymore” she quips. It comes with the appointment, a driver and car for official functions, she calls him her chauffeur.

The world of good intention, or the intention of the idea. From a distance it sounded too easy, and there were many who were glad to have it easy, as nobody wanted to be challenged, only then would their be real solutions. You have to accept it she heard a confidant say, friends were now confidants, she had acquired power. You have to accept a certain level of homelessness, even at Christmas time. When she heard it said the first time it bothered her, well, she lived very comfortably, and poverty wasn’t easy on the eye, it didn’t sit well with the chesterfield suite either. She was adamant, she would change it all, she was different, she had an education, she wasn’t a home trophy either.

Six months later she is rushing down the stairs, when her high heel sticks in a wood split, (all the floors are natural wood, more organic and good for the soles of her feet), As she moves forward, her ankle twists, does she fall or.

I told you for the hundred time, I’m homeless, and i don’t do house share, did you not see my Vietnam war record. The counter assistant is beginning to panic, he mentioned Vietnam, a trigger word, so the specialists said, the behind the scenes advisers. She moves a curl from her face, she is too young to be doing what she is doing, but volunteers are in short supply, they also mean more money for services provided and admin.

At the world charity center, they are having their annual review. They are a group that meets twice yearly, the way

every industry does, the heads of organisations meet, discuss the thrills of the year, and the outlook going forward. In the previous five years, personal injury charities have been thriving, the demand for services doubling year in year out, a real boom area for the charity industry. If society is getting smarter, should it not be going the other way, hear my voice, amen.


Imagine It

If you could turn every one with evil intent into a babbling fool, just imagine it, their mouths pouring our dribble, imagine it. Solomon was recalling the story of old, the power of Great Spirit, the power the Child Jesus was gifted with. Casting out demons was on Solomon’s mind, the grudges, hatred, resentments that so many carried and found an opening at the wrong time. At least with alcohol you had to consume it first before you went on the rampage. With the silent resentments and hatreds stored within, (good reason or not, experience or what), once the topic was raised, accordingly, the partnering feelings rise with it, those deep seated feelings and anxieties, boom, the explosion, touchy feely they say, they being friends, they being polite. Imagine it, God Most High, who has heard it all, waiting for mankind to mature, the way a farmer waits, for the plant to give it’s full potential, imagine it, waiting for the day, when they would all realize that today was the day everyday, not the baggage you brought with you everywhere, smile, amen.