The Fisher King

There is no point in printing this, it’s too moral, there isn’t an audience for this stuff Steve, nobody cares when God, (he makes the sign, comma’s with his fingers) nobody cares if God arrives next week, to tell you the truth, they are more interested in what gets there Jim bobs going, or how to pay for the next trip to fantasy island, sorry, but that’s the truth. There are niche people, i’d call them weirdo’s, but i don’t want to offend you. There are other books on the table, “forty whips” and “bleed till you drain”, graphic violence titles, the agent gestures, palm open style, weary Steve gets the point, if there is ┬áno hard core in the story no one wants to read them. It’s the sad fact he reflects upon as he walks the pavement, his first visit with the agency the last as far as he see’s it. In the world that has no place for God, anything goes, it’s a cruel world and Steve has to accept it.

Solomon watched the fisher man, he wasn’t casting uselessly, he was waiting till the time was right before he cast. It began with a few fishermen, change their tactics, a long time ago, fishers of men they became, did anyone understand what it really meant, or was it as simple as the influence we have on other lives. there was so much complications added for so many years, over a thousand years in fact, to a message that was simple, together as One we are strong. In a world of individuals, where was

yourself, fill in the blanks sighed Solomon. Don’t give up Steve, times are seriously changing, amen.

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.

Abraham’s Journey

So it all began, a trek through the desert, he led his flock, in awe of God, his people were fed, his flock thrived, was tested by God, four thousand years later, he is still recalled, a man who outlived everyone, was faithful. What would he make of those, who murdered innocent children, what would he think of their faith, questions he would answer too easily, amen.

It had happened many times, in so many places, the blood of the innocent fell. The grief in the heart of so many, what is it all about, what encourages such evil, imagine it, no faith of God ever encourages violence, the very opposite in fact, forgive them taught Jesus, and put them to shame, their deeds will catch up with them, while my people will have eternal life.

whatever the faith, whatever the starting point, some wisdom’s were unimpeachable, and the simple truth of it was impossible to knock, when you learn to forgive you take the energy out of the evil impulse. Solomon was learning, one thing was certain, evil needed us to get angry and to hate in order for it to live. Abraham kneels to offer his child, amen.

In earning the trust of God Most High, he crossed the bridge, amen.

Where’s The Bread

Solomon wondered what the ancient scriptures meant, spent time working them out, after all, many conflicts were started over the misinterpretation of same, and any light on the situation might help the problem from not repeating. Organised religion was too worried about organisation and regulation to give it serious thought, not surprising, their differences seemed to get wider, while they all offered praise to God Most High. You fed me, you gave me shelter, you healed my thirst, you were there for me, basically, you were a friend, amen. was it that simple. How many careers were made by those pretending to be devout, how many politicians found their power from it’s clout. How many chose the side they thought would win, where’s the bread you mean, amen.

Consistency

Are you reliable, do you change depending on who you meet, are you the same before lunch or evening dinner, do you put on the act, do you try to sound sincere and right, good at the smile are you, had good acting lessons, whatever it was, Solomon was confused. Over the years he heard so many outcries about so many crises, from so many different faces, many of them celebrity faces, does that sound rhythmic, i suppose, not trying to sound anything but honest

actually. But when all is said and done, wasn’t consistency what made your mother’s dinner so enjoyable, they always tasted good, morning afternoon or night, same with wisdom from above, always consistent, amen.

The Great Healing

Imagine it, years gone by, the word spreads, this man heals people, and really does. The poor who don’t have much to hope in, those ill all their lives, want to experience it, this is free and everyone is welcome. The People of the Jewish faith and the prophets have written about the great events in the past, David versus Goliath, across the ancient world there are stories too, the arrival of the big man after the floods have devastated their homelands, Moses and the escape from Egypt, the Passover and the great events that follow, the temple of Solomon, the fight to control Jerusalem, there is so much of it, it can’t be airbrushed by scientists, the more they dig the more they find out. The movement of the stars and the great monuments built in accordance with the time, how the sun reflects on certain days, it all points to a divine hand. imagine it, those in control at the times don’t want their powers usurped, it means loosing control. Every tyrant hates the threat, will do whatever to remove it, they are trying to survive. Imagine it, so many examples, and such an effort by others to mock it all, as written all those years ago.

One moment of Healing prayed Solomon would settle the issue for all time and put an end to the menace of the demon. Blessed with faith and inspiration, Solomon wanted to hurry things along. So he prayed to the Father, heal them. amen.