She waits on the platform, checks her watch again, he’s late, but she’s not worried, he is aboard, the last time they met, was at a station just like this. her eyes are anxious, the wait has been long, the hour of arrival has passed, damn those railroad engineers, will they ever get their times right, same as asking all women to give birth at eight in the morning, so the rest of the workers can get on with it, she sighs, here it comes, the light is coming near, she can relax. Solomon sighed, wasn’t life like a train, you wait on the platform, waiting for ever it seems, then the light comes, and suddenly all you thought of, becomes more than real, cause you can feel it. How many had been patient for so long, the efforts of so many, the givers, their patience extended to the lengths of the earth. Smile, the time he encountered the Spirit, real time, it’s on the way, and so the changes are coming, and what is the driving energy, real time love. He heard the sigh in the heart, the words hit the insides that no other gift can give, the miracle of the Spiritual over the material, worth waiting for too….as for those who control, what grief, to think there is Heaven, welcome aboard dudes, I hope you have all been loving…
how often, she is unbalanced as it is, she is literally a push over, there is only so much she can handle, they tear away at her like ferrets, she is slowly worn down, the way a herd of hyenas tracks a lion, one group replaces the other, till the great lion is downed, there is one of him/her
, by many of them. Solomon sighed, the way the news can drown the mind, and the tactics used by those who try to undermine what they can’t destroy.
In the old days, the sticks were collected, the people assembled in the square, the bonfire lit, the victim burns, many of them women, who happened to have ideas, nothing more.
But he recalled the ancient words of Jesus, and what he spoke of the Holy Spirit, then thought of those who tried to harm the vulnerable, those that supplied those of perverse habits, those that encouraged dark habits in children, wasn’t it all an assault on the Inner Spirit, too right it was, just no one was saying it. As for those who cause chaos, he felt sorry for them, they only put marks on themselves, you are never alone, having seen the Spirit, there was no cause for alarm….
Misery, what woes have you to tell, her first meeting in the help group, she is nervous, misery got her there, hope will keep her there, it’s all new, she feels the new zest. No need to look over the shoulder, he is not going to barge in the way he often does, scaring the shit of everyone, cause he knows he can, she can even breath easily, and her smile is not fake, what a release, being able to be yourself.
The world is in the addiction clinic, there are so many changes afoot, it’s work in all directions, but it’s not doom. Solomon recalled the optimism of Barack Obama, the great speeches he parlayed to the world, how they touched the soul of many, it certainly roused the hearts of many, some might say, there was a bit of the JFK moment in it, hope, meaningful change, not more of the same. Along comes the TV star, Donald, promising serious changes, his ways, his mistakes, his attitudes, conflict with Barack’s, but the message is the same, rehab, we are in rehab.
It’s not doom sighed Solomon, it’s soul searching time, and who wrote those stirring speeches, a Jesuit in the making, for Barack, and prayer groups for Donald. It’s not all doom, you just have to wash the dirty laundry, what bit is yours!
Sits proud, a smile on his face, they are reading his poem, inside it feels good, to be acknowledged, and told you are good, he bites his lip as the praise comes, it’s the stuff he needs to hear at home, but school will do, his teacher is generous in heart, has empathy for her charges, does whatever she can, likes to laugh. The school bell goes, he puts his books into his satchel, teacher smiles as he goes out the door, well done young man. His father has no time for education, is always complaining, put down by his own father, he is passing on the lessons learned to his son, that’s the way it goes, thank God for great school teachers.
On the walk home, he swings his bag, stares at the trees, birds live in them, there is a cow in the field, moo he says, the cow shakes his head. The need for expression, and the fear in being vulnerable, the minute he gets in the door, he wonders if she will be drinking, the dread, her insults will pass over him like water in a stream, his mind and emotions set on that moment in class, the admiring looks of his fellow pupils and teachers.
Solomon sighed, how a little encouragement works the oracle, amen. Best of all.
Your Spirit can’t be of God, if your mean spirited, it’s simply that, and those who claim otherwise, who are they fooling, no one. The young man was listening to the prophet, he wanted insight to the way, or was he testing the wisdom of the prophet, he had friends who were of the most devious nature, worshipers of demons, this he didn’t know. Even the mention of the word, demon, would upset him.
What do you mean, “Mean Spirited”, where does it end, what do you mean. Is this something he still hasn’t learned,..
if you don’t give time to others, not your friends only, they give you time, do you ponder on the ways of righteousness, do you
assist the flow of love, are you out for yourself all the time, are you greedy, does power infatuate you, have you read the ancient scriptures, at the very least have you tried to become wise…
The young man sighed, he looks brow beaten, why did I ask he wonders?. The old prophet recognizes the goodness in the young soul, how they deal with all the distractions, it’s a miracle they made it here.
Cheer up young man, you are going to live a great life, you have taken the first step, you asked for help. Pray and dedicate your life to seeking wisdom, and all will be fine. The young man burst into a smile, the frown gone. He was being bullied for having “strange beliefs”, having faith in the world above, he seemed not to fit in.
Solomon sighed, across the world there were many on the road to wisdom, and they needed all the help there is, he pauses, great signs usually follow such requests. The lady in the chair, those praying for healing help, those on the path needed guidance from above. A given he smiled, the changes were continuing, amen.
Recognized fact, Jesus had and has family, it’s written in the ancient books, more than a few references, imagine, the child with Spirit, has none of the modern day influences in his life, spirit has time to find deep roots, so few temptations, Where’s Jesus shouts his mother when one of the brothers comes in after a hard day in the fields, isn’t he supposed to be helping you, the brother shakes his head, he’s in the synagogue ma, again she sighs, a few of the brothers accompany the mother, Ma, what are you going to say, he has to eat with his own brothers now and again, the difficulties families have, an everyday experience…
What made Jesus connect with so many, he didn’t set himself apart, saw everyone equally, Jesus and his brothers and sister, the stuff his mother had to put up with, where is he now?, and in terms so simple said it was inside you, all that was good and bad, it’s your choice, amen.
Putting a smile on the face of children, a real one, is something to be taken so seriously, amen. Ah ma, i’ll be home in the next half hour, these geezers with the long beards are slow in the up take, they need learning mam, you tell ’em son!
Patriot doing his duty, following orders, has been sent to Kill a difficult leader, there is a rebellion going on in Columbia, the forest is in the way, they need the land to grow palm oil trees, and the local environmentalist is getting in the way, there is big money, and they have friends in Washington, it’s not a Clancy plot, it’s not a G
Grisham movie, it’s basic fact, many leaders were removed from the sixties on, righteous men, in the way, removed to make the dollars, while the environment, physically and socially was destroyed.
We need wise leaders, and those that serve all that is good, so Solomon prayed. He sighed, the what if story, how men like JFK were removed in their prime, and as for the men behind these awful crimes, what amount of blood is on their hands, no amount of water will ever wash away. They must be old now he sighed, and when they went to meet their maker, what excuse would they have?. It reminded him of the ancient words, they will kill you, and think they are doing good, how often had they got that wrong. But give thanks too, at least we know that the old words stand the test of time, and that was great news for all believers, amen.