Not to be forgotten, love was never forgotten, never, acts of love, never forgotten, everyone was capable, it’s compassion, hopefully it still existed, he wondered though, the days passed, he was learning, those who aided him, needed more help, he hoped they’d be looked after, it was important to him, he was sending a reminder, don’t forget him, the little one with the sparkling eyes, left an impression, it was a fatherly thing, someone with a shining heart, not many around, being Sunday it was a reminder, the adventures they shared, brought out the sun every single time, every single time, the world needed that love to shine, the religious minded, too much into control, fact of the matter, curtailed that joy so easily, diminished the spirit regularly, something he saw too often. If we forget love, what is there to remember, misery, amen? Guilt was a profession in itself, encouraged widely. Solomon was putting in writing, more needed to be done, stuff he needed, was slowly been seen too, too slow, so much damage done, so much that could have been avoided too, where were the believers, faith is a lonely place, that few ever reach he supposed, amen.
What sort of mind encourages us to despise love and hate instead,
Where does this influence come cause sure don’t come from above,
Why do the children rush around and why the sudden changes,
Who alters the moods why the bad news all the time who I wonder,
A constant flow the low blows the accusations the anger and worse,
Who pushes such an agenda who puts up the hand says stop no one,
Why this the way of life we arrange why have we become strangers,
many questions few answers so much medication so many dangers,
Bradley manning snowden the women traumatised the innocence stolen,
From Dr King to Che Guevara fields of Vietnam and where war rages,
children of Syria Gaza hunted refugees the hungry the persecuted,
so many examples so much trauma many cases of blind control around us,
there is much revelation yet so much tribulation so much consternation,
every change is a ship that turns around sets a new course a new plan,
The world is in this cycle it’s gathering force and it’s happening faster now,
it’s the power of Love the power of God the power of his Spirit from above,
Learn to forgive learn amend set a good example learn to be a friend,
Use the opportunity to unite in love and watch the growth of a world in love,
Heaven on earth begins the day you put your love out there and on view,
Pioneering spirit, the waves of soul, climbed unforgiving hills, some made some not, but those who lost, made it for others, someone goes first, someone makes it, sets the others free, and some are just lucky. Whatever, character can’t be bought, it is made. And Faith can’t be faked, many have tried, this we have to believe. In crisis you’ll discover, if it’s real.
Solomon was reading about early pioneering spirit, souls from all over the world, converged in a new land, seeking freedom and hopefully prosperity, their steps sometimes the first, not that they were first, the natives having been there years, from all across the continent, north and south, east and west, and the natives all believed in great spirit.
What was a god send for some, a nightmare for the natives, as the pioneers brought modernism, new mechanisms for solving disputes, and the habits that they grew up with. There were many lessons to be learned. Many cultures and wisdoms brushed aside. Forgiveness was badly in need of exercise. The resentments many carried inside them.
It was no surprise that it all came back to old teaching, every dispute, anger, envy, it was laid out in a very simple way. Solomon reflected upon what Faith was, a real time gift that you could not purchase, just trust me was all he said, how true those words in the context of what was happening, marry yourself to love, but like those storms, it can sometimes get rough.
Jesus cross’s the sea of Galilee, it’s wild weather and stormy, his companions wake him up suddenly, what now he thinks, perhaps in the middle of a great dream or simply a rest, no, it’s not going to sink, puts his head back down and shrugs, what do I have to do next. St. Paul gets shipwrecked, ends up where he’s supposed to be. Solomon gets crushed in his car, changes the landscape of his life, you just have to believe and forgive..