LYING IN BED

Of course I want to see you again, he’s empty, waiting for an excuse to leave her, she is vulnerable, he loves me, but that was a half hour ago, what does she want now. Those web services, no commitment sites, married divorced, what ever you want, click the button and you can flirt with them all day. Its like emptying your head into another, passing the fantasy on, and none of the physical stuff till you only want one thing, satisfaction.

So easy, on the subway, how easy to fantasize, weird stuff, it was better than going to see a therapist, and others asking for more, wanting to hear your own weird stuff, the worse you got the more they listened, what a dream, being able to pour your fantasies into the world, with no consequences, no chance of catching a disease, your secret, so you thought.

On the waiting list for a liver transplant, he is thinking back, it seemed like yesterday. The world was at his feet, and more money to burn than time. How he wasted so much. The news of miracles and divine interventions was wrecking his head, It wasn’t news that we was able to turn off, the news, the signs. He was supposed to be a street wise analyst.

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Refugee

Hurry, pack your things, she rushes around the room, there is a window of opportunity, the boat leaves in half an hour, quick Ahmad, what about my football, I will buy you a new one, hurry, she is desperate to get out of the place, a  chance in a lifetime, hopefully, her sister is after saving her, a friend in Paris is after getting her a seat with one of the traffickers, the boat leaves Tripoli in half an hour. Passports, in the trunk, she digs around, there is so much she will have to leave behind, Ahmad looks as his mother, she is in a panic, is there something wrong, his face is covered in a frown, and despair, where are we going, she has him by the hand, you didn’t look the door, she pulls him along, what about my friends, you will have new ones, hurry, it’s a ten minute walk to the beach, be there at nine they won’t wait, her sister knows the people in Paris, this is not a scheduled flight from New York or London, no family holiday, this is the exodus, no time for ceremony or bread making, there is no time, hurry Ahmad, she pulls him along.

the Harbour comes into view, her breathing eases, she pauses, looks around, her walk slower, and you will have a game boy too, his little eyes light up, really, her smile widens, yes, so be good. He dreams the next few steps, he will have his own team, up to now he has to use his friends, I am going to become a man. There is a group on the boarded quay, there is the hum of the engines, a voice shouts from somewhere, hurry up, we have to leave now.

I’m alma De salma, the boarding clerk checks the register, last minute he says, gives her a smile, you have friends, she smiles. The remaining passengers are loaded, an open boat, forty foot, the waters are calm, they will transfer to a bigger boat when out to sea. The engines throb, the boat moves. Ahmad, his first time on a boat, he holds her hands tight. There is silence aboard, they are all taking a great risk, caught, they face detention even worse, to do nothing at all, a life of slavery and death.  Open her up, there is a roar of the engines, the boat is moving fast, the breeze is catching, everyone silent, refugees, hoping for a better life.

The wall has to be built, how else can we keep them out, the head of the company, a white supremacist raises his glass, a toast he says, to the President, long may he live. The dream of authority over all of the earth is getting closer with each waking hour, for the great bread maker. Billions are at stake, the money that can change nations, this is the risk of failure, and the President agrees, we can’t continue with this stream of refugees, they have turned parts of the states into unknown zones, some don’t even speak English, what type of America is this.

The boat is three miles out, there is a light, it is getting brighter, the sister ship is waiting. There is a sigh, the man checking the register, gives out instructions, he tells them what is to happen, does not want them to do anything sudden, doesn’t want them to rock the boat. he pats Ah

mad on the head as he passes, the boy smiles, feels like a pirate in a johnny depp movie. Because we believe he sighs, talking to himself, and they call us traffickers and those who trade in misery, the ivory towers, and those who live in them, what do they know, all they ever do is make bread….

Freedom

You want to escape the trap, well here is the answer, the worries that hold you down, the Spirit that lifts you up, pause before you click, think, what are you going to achieve in the next five minutes, if you don’t listen, how can you possibly learn. Many complain, there is oppression, there is this wrong, the head full of excuses, to justify their position, which they are willing to hold tight, while ignoring the truth of their existence, you have to listen, there is no other way, listen.

I have the answer already, the words spurt from your mouth before the person has stopped talking, and you say you listen, your just a pretender, real freedom is the ability to listen

. Alzhiemers’, diseases of the mind, the breakdown of the mind, when a part of the brain closes off, and you can no longer listen, as you forget as soon as you do.

Solomon met some old friends, in their nineties, mentally perfect, not a blemish in the mind, and what they had in common, they were both listeners. Freedom comes from learning, and being a learner everyday, not closed minded as many are. We live in a world where diseases of the mind are rampant, isn’t it time to listen.

For a long time, we have ignored the crisis’s that have surrounded us, only reacting when it becomes a pandemic, what sort of listening is that. On the subject, listening, Jesus told the apostles, that the Kingdom of God was within you, yes, in you, you just have to apply the teachings, it’s that simple, amen, are you listening, welcome to freedom, amen.

Spending Time….

Old and tired, worn and useless, fed up, and now your being processed, by the thoughts in your head, the time and how you spent it, the stuff you promised yourself that you’d do, the times you judged others, and now the realization, your time has come, what did I do with it, you ask. Did you smile at the beggar on the street ,did you lift your gaze when an acknowledgment would have sufficed, no, you spent your time on your ambitious self and forgot everyone else.

Feeling lonely, you see those less well off, with friends in their surrounds, and you can’t even make a conversation yourself, what a way to spend your time.

Solomon remarked, making love was often just putting a smile on a face, how simple was that. In the hurried life, so much passes you by, so quickly, you hardly notice. He was learning everyday, one thing he could not discount; wisdom is a stream that keeps on running, and it was something everybody in the world needed to drown themselves in, occasionally, amen.

The Bland Leading the Blind

Two by two, children and mothers, guards welcoming, in the beginning, at the end different, no luggage, it’s a shower mother, as lady enquires, children fraught, hungry as well, food afterwards, so they understand, shuffle along, smoke billows out, doors close behind, fifteen minutes, it’s all over, corpse on corpse, suffering over. The story of Auschwitz, in case you forget, but there is hope, even in the worst situations, assuming you believe in God, assuming you believe in Old Rome, Babylon and Egypt, the Twin Towers, Battle of the Somme, Genocide in Rwanda, The Many Millions murdered in wars, the slave workers, the imprisoned sex workers, the unjustly imprisoned, there is hope, hard to believe it, in all these situations, there is real hope, two jet planes land on water, no injuries, there is hope.

Eternity is that, all time forever, it’s God’s promise. Much suffering is outlined above, for some it was years, others a day, others a moment, some a lifetime, not ignoring their inner pain, the tragedy of it all, the repetitive nature of human life, we have repeated the above, and done probably worse, in the last ten years, whether we want  reminding, as they say in the business world, we have consolidated our position, made our position more secure, strengthened our hold, on whatever it is we hold dear, fear maybe and control?.

I have the image of the Man in the Sky, it’s time to have a good long gaze at it, not from a religious perspective, we all support political parties, but the perspective of love on Earth, amen. You call fill in the blanks later. I have a set of five.ImageJoe

Temptation of Christ

thinking of others, less of yourself, ImageLent, Ramadan, the desert, the temptation of Jesus, the need to exercise, wisdom. Why do people bother, what’s the point, what’s in it for you, can I re schedule, why do we pray together, why is there a temple, what’s our function, what’s our reason for being, do we exist to serve ourselves, are we hear to rear children, question, after question, we could go on for ever, questioning, and get nowhere, mental ping pong players. In a nutshell, Jesus went to the desert, to prepare, contact his father, and then return, away from people he had less distractions, he became more certain of his reason for being. We are all tempted, overcoming temptation, that’s what’s important. Corrupt politicians and leaders have proved this, in the damage they do, cause the were tempted. As followers of God, we are increasing our soul power, re assuring ourselves, we are not trying to beat the clock, Lent is exercise for the heart and soul, it’s really that smile, and when the heart is under pressure, or the soul is on the chopping board, many can’t withstand the temptation, they give in. Practicing self denial, less violence, less issues with one self, more thought for others, winner all right, amen.