Boy, going home to what, who cares anyway, what does love feel like, never experienced it, bag of fries, two cans, fills the tummy, soon as I can, getting out of this, amen, politicians, who needs them, I don’t, sentiment of half the world, others well what you think, same old day, same old welcome, no encouragement ever, daddy never saw him, what does this world want, if you want steal it, easier with a briefcase, it was always easy for them, talent given poor decision, whose in charge of this mess, the little red devil and pals, warm welcome assured, for him and his henchmen, elite no more, they wait at the furnace door, why should I care anyway, young man thinks, grows more resolute by the day, plans and plots, white powder every one is using, mix in more of that crap, high and mighty but alone, he bitches about taxes, never paid them anyway, another poster another fraud, doesn’t his friends cruise for young ones, met him years ago gave me the clap, gun violence only protection gone wrong, never meant to use them, things got out of hand, another spell in prison, new lessons learned in this merry go round, God are you up there, of course I am son, just waiting for you to trust in me, amen..
Solomon lost many friends, victims, and his heart bore it, rather than retreat and feel sorry, he swore to His God he’d do something about it, How he wasn’t sure. the experience of being pulled alive from a deadly encounter reassured him, his plans were not far fetched as others would have liked to assume. He’d seen how others had been condemned to a life in mental institutions, saw that it too would happen to him, so he had to wait it out.
In preparation, he sought wisdom, from as many sources, and wrote it down, in case anything could go wrong. The day the light came through, the heavenly intervention, was the signal, the day the cloud arrived, made it certain. All he did was stay grounded, something he’d prepared for. No overnight pilgrim on the road, his family history of old, going back a generation or two, further persuaded him. The night the Holy Spirit came into his life, as described in Old Scriptures, didn’t faze him, frighten. It put him at ease. He’d the divine promise of help, and that power from above, awakened in hearts, would be the answer to every prayer.
He never let on, always assuming that there were those, active in the destruction of any soul with such potential. If they did not get to him, they’d try to get to those close to him. So he remained distant, until the happenings began to re occur with some regularity. He’d to leave all his cares to God Most High. A battle royal was about to begin, as he drew up his list. And the precedent of what happened to others, reassured him. he made the world his neighbour, via the new method of communication, the internet, and if precedent was precedent, they could complain all they liked, but in affect do nothing about it, as Love is the divine sword and Solomon was full of it. amen…
They let the little one down, can’t say it any clearer, those sent to help, seem to have lost the plot, barriers everywhere and hoops, and the young spirit calls out, he is pleading for divine help, help me the call without delay, there are some too young to ask, haven’t got the education or insight, those depend on help, don’t have the knowledge inside.
Remember the days when it seemed lost, the days so many went about, spirit drowning, the great recovery when it seemed lost, the many blessings poured out from all the requests, the miraculous deliverance of many, without further hesitation I make my petition for reasons of love no other. The needs of The Spirit call out, your protective hand needed.
The heart light makes delight in the heart of many, don’t’ allow them to extinguish them anymore, little light, what would we do without it, the many decisions it will make in favour of Love, if protected and allowed to live peacefully, Do not let them deceive anyone, amen.
Solomon was copper fastening the divine help on it’s way, certain his prayers got the hearing they deserved. Scars crossed his body and heart, but it had been worth it. He was going to keep on pouring it out. The words of the great prophet Isaiah came to mind, and they were heard. Precedent was in his favour, and he’d made the world his neighbourhood, just to be sure. If they thought he was ill prepared, little did they know, amen.
If the wisdom goes unsupported, the wisdom giver goes, story of the early apostles, story repeated day after day, those standing up targeted, story of the whistle blower, Edward snowden and others, the release of the truth, the numerous cover ups, the individuals who spoke up, the story of Jesus, it’s the parable of old, the town that ignored the prophet, time is slipping away, and the spirit is calling out, no more excuses please, clear support or it’s over, people need to stand up, the signs were everywhere, the spate of miraculous recoveries, the numbers the numbers, reform reform reform, the numerous opportunities to support, the people of Nepal, God Most High was sending helpers, hoping the believers would understand, faith, it wasn’t what they said, it was what they did what counted, amen.
Road to freedom, she sighed, on board, her children by her side, hungry but hopeful, she smiled as the captain asked her to go below, they knew it was illegal, just trying to escape a living hell, she took the youngest in her arms, their father waiting for them, trying to provide a safe haven, to begin all over again, fleeing tyranny the so called righteous caused. With every voyage there is hope, there is risk, when escaping a living death, you will try anything, same way a junkie chooses the needle, only much worse.
The sea was rising, boat swelled up, unused to the water, they became alarmed, moved like frightened sheep. Then tragedy struck, rest is history. Solomon sighed, their plight the result of corruption, the evil minded caused the wars, created the divisions, meddlers and their patriotic cries, the Charlie brown syndrome, the war that finished the Afghanistan, supported by opportunists, those looking after their own interests, a common book of wisdom would have achieved so much, the way a respected poet gets a good ear, the voice that resonates.
not fare, emotional trauma, gateway to addiction, rehearsed and planned, reload, aim at children, they will tantrum, get what you want, mom dad hurry, been going so long, no one notices, God Most High wonders, starts in the morning, continues day and night, who isn’t, work, medication, booze etc, set to addict, control of this, how little they think, of me and you, system needs, the cosmic overhaul, new mindset new hearts, new light, amen.
Hungry, were they ever, hungry, those that made decisions, Solomon was evening the odds, those weeds needed uprooting` and he’d reason to act, they never listen, Solomon was reminiscing, driven from sleep, the hearts of the hungry ones, was there no man among them, any of them, the righteous leaders, far away the fire, the home troubles ignored, it wasn’t wisdom, to think they could overcome the laws of love and survive, who were they serving, the words of Jesus rang true, spoken 2,000 years earlier, still held sway today, the rulers of this world accountable, and it was all known, every devious secret, even the deceivers, everything was known to God Most High.
a world that offered addiction as the main course, was depressing, nobody put it in perspective, support stage, not when developed, the message had to be as clear as the clouds on a pure sky blue day, unmissable, if the religious were going to deny it, Solomon was going to shout it, reform meant differently, not mentioning the stuff you wanted heard, might appear a big ask, but that cloud that appeared was not imaginary, regardless of the impact, imagine it!, image from the heavens appears in the news, would change human thinking, the Moses thing thought Solomon, what else,
wisdom herself was helping, he’d put the idea in her lap, something that needed doing, finally he saw the resources he needed arriving, amen
….well his prayer was wisdom drenched, it would get a hearing, the angels had another work load, their holidays over. Hunger was an avalanche every day in the lives of hungry children, and pure misery to the heart of every watching mother, an opportunity to those seeking to radicalize, and an opening for those with perverse minds, from every angle it was a disaster, simply eating less would have solved the issue years earlier, rather than those five star state banquets, amen…,