Getting Married, or where did all the years go!

marriage, they were drinking in a downtown bar, an early house. Seven in the morning, the heads were drowsy, the hangover affect, the brain slow to engage, the words just a mutter, a sigh, a fart, what a life.

“Life is a marriage!”

What do you Mean jack?

Well, the day your born your into it, and the day you die you dissolve it, isn’t that a marriage. His friends looked at him, maybe that was it. Divorce was akin to a breakdown, a RETREAT. They shake their heads, his companions. You got it wrong they say. Marriage is a relationship bond, the promise to hang together not alone on the journey. When we get carried away, children arrive and we settle down.

The same way life is a marriage, the older you get, the more becalmed you become.

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Ezra reborn

So much is stored up in blessings it’s a question of learning how to access it, words to those affect were told to Ezra, 2,7000 years ago, the intervention of God was there for all, it was just a question of letting God abide in you, it wasn’t that difficult to understand. Jesus comes along, 700 odd years later, explains in details, told through stories, there is a world that exists, it’s just that you need to make space for it, space for the light to live inside you, looking out and love, not crouch and hoard, welcome your brothers and sisters, and prepare to be surprised.

Solomon was trying to add explanations to the words of old, an amateur, he never studied philosophy, never studied the experts, lived for all it was when he could, added bits to the puzzle which he wanted to unravel, and came to one conclusion, how the heart is bypassed and the head becomes the main source of influence, the wrong order but the thinking is simple, the less of the heart the less of God there is in us all.

Ezra wrote it down, so Solomon and others, down through the centuries would read and re read those words, each one adding his bit to the puzzle, thereby increasing understanding, making the step up the hill to the summit all the bit easier. In a world that holds out perfection as the answer or the end result, they ignore the notion of being born again. Those words were used to remind us, we need to throw out what we know if necessary, and to fill ourselves with light. As each generation comes and goes, the understanding becomes clearer, and clearer, till we make the connection, so Solomon had learned from his experiences. Why are we saved from great tragedies, why do we under go stress filled experiences, what is it that rests deep inside us, is it the lives of all our descendants and what they experience, thoughts for a Monday, amen. We could all be relatives of Ezra!.

Rain Man

When will it stop, do you see how it affects us, he looked at his companion, the sky was grey, at summer time, it was supposed to be light and blue, the norm for the season. They were wondering if it was true, the stories they were hearing of divine intervention. Solomon was listening from afar, what we take for granted, what we get for free, did they not understand, life is a gift not an entitlement as some had suggested. If you use the gifts wisely and help the Spirit rise, intervention from above is forthcoming. He laid back in bed, wondering. The words of Jesus came to him, and how in his home town there were few miracles, because they just did not believe, as in doing, it was that simple. So he said a prayer, and was sure it would be okay.

He rose in the morning in a hurry, his visitor, a man of great Spirit, a race to the bathroom, a brush of the teeth, a swipe of the hair, hurry dude he said, he’s coming a long way to help you out. The phone rings, too early, not even a cup of tea, what he’s outside. He hid the thrash as best he could, this was not the start he imagined, a breakfast, a few coffees, ready. I’m outside. Welcome brother he said, do you think it will rain he said, no way sighed Solomon, and it never rained. the sun returned, just the way it always did, when support for Great Spirit was live, amen.

All About me

no one more important,

than little old me i guess,

only time i go and protest,

when it’s all about me,

the dealer in the neighborhood,

they live so far away,

the pointing of the fingers,

way over there you see,

and as per the usual,

nothing ever gets done,

til it happens i guess,

to poor little me!

don’t it make you wonder,

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Understanding

cover up, can’t go out looking like that!,

why not?

well,

the conclusions we rush to,

the sudden judgement,

the barriers erected,

the unfounded fear,

our failure,

to understand.

Dress codes, cover up, used to be Sunday, could be Friday, Saturday,

imagine a dream,

a prophet is given a vision,

world becomes just an object,

everything viewed in the material,

no faith in anything divine,

prophet decides to do something,

comes up with original plan.

Neil young said it,

Bob Dylan screamed it,

Leonard Cohen warned us,

There is a God,

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sorry if this isn’t laid out,

four beats to the line,

a rhyme at the end,

it’s meant to be real