Wine

Good for the digestion, it slows you down, can be enjoyed with a friend, you don’t tend to guzzle it, has been around a long time, and if it’s good, it’s the skill of the winemaker, along with the weather.  Solomon sighed, a face, those were the days, no routine, a late start, the creation of a real Spiritual world, well being in the hearts of the guests. How we treat others, and how it affects us, the ricochet affect. Rich man is talking of poverty, explains the needs, makes clear cut points, seems wise, but when it comes to passing the wine, it’s to those who can do favors for him, making his words hollow in the hearts of those who actually listen.

Solomon read an article of news, a corner piece, the Pope had 5,000 to dinner, fed them, the menu exciting, and in his address, he explains clearly, those who have excessive wealth in times of great need, have to share it, if they are to call themselves believers, share the wine. How many speeches and great words sound empty ,when the actions of the same mouths don’t comply with their words, bitter wine in the mouth of many.

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The Tired outlook…

He read it before, he heard it before, why can’t they lift the Spirit, is it really that hard. Trying to sound polite, is like a lion washing his teeth before he chews you up, it’ll leave a good taste in his mouth, nothing more. The effort to impress, words that are not yours, the love you try to express, when you don’t actually feel it, it’s the same as the next trick at the circus, the magician about to overwhelm, problem is, you can’t get away with it. The next thrill, that will busy you, the toy that curbs the disappointment, the gift that glitters, distractions, from the tired outlook. Solomon encountered the tired outlook, the weary soul, who had set foundations in the wrong place, and was afraid to move.

The dark wave, that once shone bright, the application of rules, when you decide you had enough; demons in a nutshell, drawing you in, forming part of your life, leaving you with, the tired outlook.

Solomon had a prayer for them; those already dead inside, there is a light that can’t be extinguished, amen, and it is real Love, no need for the tired outlook.

Me Too Hungry….

Me Too, Me Too, what are you saying Liz, your not making sense, Me Too, what’s wrong with you, we are all hungry, give us this me too rubbish. The weathered woman looks up at the overhead satellite, keeping on eye on them, while they starve to death, Me Too, hunger, who isn’t. Her Friend is stirring the mash they call food, a ladle in one hand, a mobile phone in the other, a modern smart one. She is reading about the Me Too revolution going on, she wonders if it’s a game show, many famous people are involved. Me Too she shouts, her friend sitting in the shade turns around, will you give up this Me Too rubbish or we will send you to the asylum. At least they will feed me there she replies, with a laugh.

The old lady gets up, wonders over to her friend, what is this Me Too business. Sitting in the middle of the desert, they are reading all about the new social media thing, what is it about, they don’t understand it. They press the right button, they go to an information section and donations, the younger one reads, she nods, Me Too she says, who hasn’t suffered in this world.

Suffering says the old woman, I haven’t not known it, amen, Me Too.

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.

Self Control

Vietnam, Iraq, the concentration camps, The Irish Famine, the first world war, the traffic in women, slavery, internet pornography, the off shore accounts, the financial traders rigging the market, the banks overcharging the lowly, the cathars, the burning of women, yes, human dignity has been put under pressure, what is there to be proud of. Before pouring the blames out, it’s time to check the mirror, and use some self control, amen.

Masters of the World

He wheezes in the bed, the oxygen tank gives him air, on the walls, all around, masterpieces of an older world, treasures he thought, what he’d give to be able to take a normal breath, the one thing his money can’t buy. The friends who call are not real friends, they just wonder how long he has got, and who will be the beneficiary. The cost of the collection, priceless in money terms, with his failing eyesight, he can just about make out the colors. He presses the bell, the nurse comes running up the stairs. He needs water, his mouth is dry, he sighs. The energy it takes to reach for the glass. She holds it to his lips, he sips, refreshing. The Van Gogh was such a lucky break, he got it on the black market, it was looted from a museum during the war, he is the only one to have the original, and it sits before him on the wall, one of the master pieces from the poorest of the great painters; all he can do is imagine what it looks like.

The real treasures of the world, are stored in your heart, Solomon sighed. He was visiting an old friend, not as sturdy as he used to be, but still there, and still believing. No worries old timer, your on the list that goes above, eternity awaits your soul. At the thought the light bursts overhead, casting a light across the room. Every one who comes to visit, a real time friend, no one seeking gain, what a joy. You are near the gates of eternity, and they come to wish you well, and hope perhaps, to grab a little of your Spirit, cause he is a real master of the world. Solomon laughed inside, and you know me well.

He recalled a conversation years before, the argument he made, Love is in the danger zone, why worry about the bits and possessions, you can’t bring it with you, no matter how powerful you are; all you can leave behind is example, make it good he said, and they laughed at him; well, he wondered if they could afford a smile as they arrived at the pearly gates, the masters of the world. Didn’t Jesus tell them the parable of Lazarus and the rich man, just a sip of water. Warned them pleads the Old Rich Man. Solomon saw the signs, and had been writing them ever since. His old friend smiles, golly he says

, isn’t that marvelous, the sun coming out like that, Solomon sighed, unbelievable, but real, a sign from God, amen.

What Unites Us?

The lowest common denominator, sounds like a math question, what is the lowest common denominator, heard it in math class, we are doing adding and subtraction, the teacher is adding a little flare, all the eyes are on the board, the children are small, they all are keen to answer, get it right. No one is being bullied, there are no security guards at the school gates, and parents are not paranoid either, what used to unite us you ask. Well, the mobile, our wealth, the car we drive, where we live, are we rich or poor. Solomon sighed, it was so simple for Jesus, his words were so simple too. God is inside you, seriously, the guys are looking at him wondering is it for real, the women like him, he actually listens, doesn’t size them up or put them down, what unites us, it was so simple, so simple, deeds.

So many distractions, and when it all comes down to it, we are just experiences, some of us exude light, some of us dark, the energy that surrounds us, how simple is that. When we share, we don’t have to worry that much, we can’t be fished, watch the bird soar, who taught it how to fly, yeah, it’s that simple, so what unites us?