The Soldier

Danger, he runs through the forest, doesn’t look back, hears the explosion, wonders from what direction it came, moves, seeking the security of colleagues, or the enemy when he is prepared, the soldier. The wounds on the arm, blisters, does not call for a lawyer, who do I blame for this, the shrapnel in his thigh, who put it there, he just wants to get well, he is not seeking anyone to blame, he is just doing a job. If he kept looking over his shoulder, he’d fall once in awhile while he ran forward, get killed too, what use is that.

Solomon sighed, there are parables everywhere we look every single day, the baggage we bring with us, so says the soldier, is what will help him to endure. Jesus told it simply, we have to have the heart to love, the brand doesn’t matter, being zealots is no good, if you have no compassion, your salt that is already dead.

A happy home, the issues are on the table, a happy relationship, the ability to discuss the problems too, and everyone handles it differently too.

August

The year 2020, the world needs rest, the populations on the move, internally if not physically, where to turn, can I, the questions, the world turned upside down, the news dramatic, the reactions chaotic, the mind full of the dread, what is happening, is this all in my head, turmoil. A mini version of a strange new world, it was going in one direction, then all of a sudden, change, how has it happened, what are we going to do now. Young artists, new ideas, the ideals they shared, the chance to put it in words, the cynics of the past, this will never change, those getting their wish, could we have done it any better.

Solomon wondered, the world stops, the ease of movement halts, a scene from a war movie, the unassailable march of the JUGGERNAUT, the sighs in the hearts of the oppressed, what does it mean, is there a message in all of this. Solomon read the story of old, how they harped on, about the unseen power, and the threat that existed, when we took it to be ourselves, our existence. The child sighs, the mother holds the hand tighter, she is nervous, they can’t escape to the country, it’s closing down. The knock on the door, the rattle of guns, the panic inside, everyone tries to hide and run, is this the end, the sighs, the nods, open up, the scream, the door comes in, boots on the stairs, it sounds like a Spielberg movie, only it’s real.

Solomon was applying the thought of the dramatic to the current chaos. In olden times, old stories, we get reminders, the ways of the oppressors, and what it usually means, are these those times, and what about the end, the light, there is always light. The Hope arrives, every civilization has the same story, the voice, the giant, the helper, who teaches the new generation, how to sustain life, the qualities needed, compassion, being aware, doing what is life giving, without trying to take over the world. In the papers he read the story of the Nuclear Space, the effort to control the world where the satellites roamed, the great new war field of the future, the destruction of our means of global communication, does this sound like today, are we being warned, the new direction, an easy way to teach us perhaps, this way of life can’t sustain itself, we better try another, just an idea…Solomon smiled, He always sends the Helper, hang on.

After The Virus

New friendships made, stubborn chat between arch enemies, no escaping the facts, the virus was more than biological change, the social network was changing, how we had the chance to look at ourselves anew, perhaps ask questions for the first time ever, questioning what went on unnoticed, Mary sits at her table, doing the math of the era. In the writer’s manual they said that all the great writers made themselves known, in times of crisis, study the literature, what came out of depression, the artists who didn’t suffer a personal agony of some type, out of difficulty we often find ourselves again? All this change has to be incorporated into her book, all relationships appear to alter as, she pauses, he is moving around again upstairs, she no longer sneers, hoping to hear him fall.

Relationships change, she is getting selfish, it’s about time, and I’m not getting younger she reminds herself, even if she looks and feels ten years younger since the virus precautions came into existence, everyone looks better, hard to believe it, to be young is a matter of less stress, she recalls passing the new head shop, she used to have names for the place, now she wonders if she will try the new form of marijuana once this thing is over; Hollywood names seem to approve it, and she really trusts some of the names.

What do I miss without being too personal she thinks? She dallies with her talisman, a real led pencil, she can’t imagine a writer’s desk without one, a thin red pencil with a rubber on one end, correcting the script at least. Is it the lack of shopping, is it the lack of fear of having visitors, the need to be more focussed on self cleaning rather than the furnishings, she smiles, bathing in the full bath is way beyond the shower and the new go thing, no fun in that sort of scrub when in the shower, baths for the future , no other way, her skin is softer too, and the odours are all sweet, as if a small change in the washing habit is the same as the slow un buckling of a fragrant rose, cleaner the air, clearer the fragrance, same could be said about the other, she looks forlornly at the ceiling, Excited by dirt, she has many ways of saying it, but the virus is bringing out the imagination. Was it the worry, she doesn’t want to think that, she forgave him during her walk, not that she’d allow him near her, the six foot rule, that she can handle, does it apply to indoors, it should she says, talking to the pencil in her hand, she, it has to be a female pen, it’s not chewed up, nice and thin, and it works for real when it has to, it must be a female pencil.

The Children of the Void

Empty feeling, they ask for help, while the celebrities play around, the children of the void, waiting for their hearts to fill, many crying in their sleep, expecting to be heard. The lord almighty hears them, the sorrow it fills him with, can they not fill the void. They chase what is material and ignore what is eternal. The Child worries but is too worried, the void, where is the unconditional love you promised me. Boats and expensive houses, pride and glamour dress’s ,do you think think this is going to go on forever, while my children’s needs are left unfulfilled, Solomon was reminding himself, the leaders of this day were going to be harshly judged. It wasn’t that the environment wasn’t an issue, but to ignore the basic needs of the little ones, that was harm on top of harm. Booze filled, vanity driven, worried about the neighbors, do they think i don’t notice such things.

Solomon sat with a friend in a bar, the weather was threatening, they all predicted rain, what else was there to think of, one day they would grow up and develop what is eternal he hoped. Another Guinness sighed Solomon, one day he thought, they would recognize the God Eternal, he hoped it would be soon. There were so many children waiting for the voids in their lives to fill. An arrangement of demons waiting to step in, adding hurt to a growing harm. They have pills for every occasion, and there is no shortage of funds for every form of excess, do they assume they can get away with this. As for the rain, he looked at the sky and said to his companion, rain, where is your faith, amen. The evening was clear, and air light, the power of the Spirit within. Days like this they read about in the ancient scriptures, and when it happens in front of them, they are all blind and deaf, a case of the scriptures coming through again.

Power of the Imagination

Words, she reads the page, feels her skin at the back of her neck curl, scary, she can imagine it, the atmosphere and the experience, it feels so real. The Power of Miracles, they came, they heard, they saw it themselves, from God he said, The Great One. It must be demons, their first reaction, as if they were afraid of them, they were afraid of him, he could read their thoughts, why the surprise he said, can’t a bird just lift up and fly, see how a butterfly transforms itself, you don’t assume it was an accident, do you?

Their first thoughts; the demon had caused the miraculous, who else had the power. Their own words, pointed to a conflicting force, he was of the light. Imagine it, the dulling of belief, then the resurrection of the Spirit, when they saw it for themselves, food for thought. Imagine, their consciences, their sleepless nights, as they straddled over all the harm they caused, enlightening.

Solomon, was recalling, the episode, when the Pharisee’s challenged Jesus, as to where he got the power to do what he did; It’s simple, when God resides in you, amen.

There is nothing you can do!

Really, the democrats and the republicans are going to own us all our lives, well good morning Mr Trump, you put an end to that. The women of Saudi will never have a voice, goodbye to that, that is changing too. Brexit, the world, the efforts of women to have a voice, the tiresome words of empathy that issued for so long, it was and is all change. There is plenty you can do about it, just do it, don’t try to explain it, otherwise they will play with you mind. Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, the divine helper was on hand, and every day since, he discovered there was plenty you could do. Amen.

and the Promise of Jesus, I will send the Holy Spirit, well, he arrived, and S

olomon was asking every day since for assistance. and when they tried to upend him, well, the boss sent more help, when will they learn, God is inside us all, all who believe, amen.

God Calls Pete

 

God calls St.Peter,

decision time,

wants a report,

angel has been sent,

royal Guard,

God’s personal assistant,

beautiful spirit,

away ten years,

clocks counted down,

number within reach,

ticking time bomb,

each time it does,

soul dies or revives,

goes left or right,

over and back,

moving in direction,

position is precarious,

world hangs or survives,

scenario’s danger laden,

extension the best outcome,

mothers mentally battered,

children beyond repair,

love dying everywhere,

time to address the issue,

women in despair,

wisdom needed,

holy warriors prepared,

screams of horror,

abusers run terrified,

fists of God smash,

evil in despair,

more warnings,

amenImage

Climbing Mountains

Many ways to climb the holy mountain,

many hearts set out for that journey to the sky,

many hopes full of dreams,

too many beaten back but yet they try,

your not alone even when it isn’t good,

just push on and you’ll be surprised,

I’m on the trek everyday of my life,

but why does is matter,

it’s the reason we are alive to love,

the wholesome feeling that fills you’

with tears sometimes,sometimes sadness,

isn’t it great to be living rather than planning,

cause there is no escape no matter how hard you try,

surrounded by her jewels she’s more lonely than you or I,

so get with it sunshine and don’t forget to try,

I’ve seen the golden city and encountered much,

the company of wisdom mother nature and it’s unbelievable,

reminds me of the greatest love I’ve ever been filled with,

brings a tear to my eye ain’t i lucky,

and isn’t that good so says I,

God Most high is looking at us all,

believe me I’ve seen the man in the sky, amen. 

(image has been posted, take a look and weep! there are many more, amen)Image