Moses Blue

Moses gets the Blues

 

Fifteen, sixteen whatever age, whatever the reason, we plan for it, but seemingly do nothing about it, repeated year after year, while the suicide rates among children soar, and nobody seems to notice, just more calls for volunteers, as if the situation is expected to worsen, as it is, any wisdom out there, it does not appear so. Children more vulnerable to adult vices that ever before, copying what they see, have you ever seen a small one learn, how fast they cotton on, we all have, and what do we all say, that’s a smart child, they are all smart children, they don’t all learn at the same speed. As with wine, some get better as they get older, most in fact, provided they have the right start. There was a time when children were considered a Godsend, a blessing, more love to give, that was long ago. Now we have a list of explanations for the child and the role of the adult and society etc etc, and the rights of children

etc.. and hosts of other things, etc etc, all relating to the rearing and well-being of the child. A child just wants to be esteemed and loved, with a little encouragement they’ll work things out.

Solomon met a lot of big children lately, and the still had to recover from their childhood,

The Boss

lends you a soul, a way to do good, sends you the prophets, to remind you that all of you, are a gift, and talents is as well, amen. Finding a meaning, do good, clean up the act, your soul is not yours, neither is love, it’s yours to farm that’s all, and if you do a good job, as the boss said, you’ll be given more, amen.

The Beauty of Divorce

it’s my third marriage actually, gosh, i was only married twice, must have cost you a packet she asks, it’s a late night bar, they are both having an off night. why do think i’m still touring, he offers, paying two families and having your own to support puts a strain on the finances you know. She smiles, is impressed, a celebrity is talking it straight, is doing the circuit to stay afloat. The following morning they leave the overnight motel, he gives her tickets for his next gig, complementary he smiles as he tips her cheek.

Well, the lawyer got fed, not that we need so many of them, the two families get support, man fathers don’t bother, the extra homes that needed to be built to accommodate the break up, counselors

got a new set of clients, and more consumers came on stream, great for business, the only beauty of divorce, good for the economy, amen.

Beat Me Up Scotty

The first blow sends her into shock, she has never seen him this way. The expression on her face shocks him, she has never seen her that way either. She feels her face, rubs the cheek, feels for anything broken. His adrenaline gets a hit, he is shocked at it. I’ll never do that again he swears. They embrace, he rubs her face, she is afraid, it will never happen again babe. The trust she has, is shaken, but she forgives him, it wont happen again. He’s a record of doing it. He knows how women cowl, give in and blame themselves. Love is a very potent form of dependency for those who already feel vulnerable.

Blood on her face, he is getting high on it, the kick to the ribs, her arms go defensive, he is getting excited she is worried about the kids, doesn’t want the neighbors to find out either. It’s repeated every few months, the doctor ignores the bruises, her friends had stopped calling round, just when she needs them, she is all alone. Blames herself, Stop. The angels were in the room watching, sends the helpers. Artists write songs, authors put words on it, social services call to the house. Dudes, didn’t you know there is a God!. Solomon was not in doubt, he had seen so much, it was enlightening. In a moment God could turn everyone into babbling fools, as sure as he allowed those with his Spirit to perform miracles, amen.

Being Yourself

She sits on the couch, like a child, no reverence for social games, she is a child. The important people watch and smile, pay no attention to her, she is being normal, acting as a child. Enter the socially correct, the watchers from afar, what is she doing, this is an adult meeting, she is only a child, but it’s her home. Being yourself, how rare is that in the world. Solomon was after reading an article, yes, It was about the “Donald” again. His loyal assistant sits on the couch, knees up, in the presidential office. Solomon recalled a time, many years before, JFK and the picture of his children, playing in the same office, a family man. It was no secret, but being yourself in a world of political correctness was not easy, caring more what other people think of you than you thought yourself of yourself. Pathological liars came to mind, the socially deceptive, con men, fraudsters, ponzi schemers too. If more of us were ourselves rather than strangers,what a difference it would be.

No one made a fool out of God, but they made fools out of others regularly. Having encountered many inspiring events, a visit from the Holy Spirit, clouds, and more, Solomon knew that God Most High was oh so real, not the imaginary character or myth, many alluded to. The same morning he read the article of the discovery of the the remains of old Babylonian palace, unearthed, when the Iraqi forces retook a town. It brought to life, the old bible tale of the Assyrians, as mentioned in the Holy Scriptures. It was never a better time to be yourself. Everyone seeks truth in a world where corrupt news flourishes.

My Camp

No immigrants, search them out, frighten them, chase them like rats, round them up, it’s not Germany in the thirties, it’s America today. Developed by immigration, the great hope, is adopting the tactics of Adolf Hitler. Calls the Mexican people degenerates, (the cheap labor provided by mexico transient workers has saved the agricultural industry), apart from the workers who came to California to do the jobs Americans didn’t want to, (cheaper too). like Mussolini in Italy, modern day fascists are all chomping at the bit, they have a friend in the pole position, what is going on. If ever there is a lesson in history this is it, those left without hope will find it somewhere, the kid in the ghetto seeking a way out, eventually, the systems burst. As the rich man said in the parable, from hell where he lay, could you not send a messenger, just to warn them. Ironic thought Solomon, 2,000 years later, those words were more apt today, than when first spoken, amen.

Did you hear me!

turn down the stereo, the phone rings, no one can hear, a thousand different voices, all hoping to be heard, sounds like hell, me, did you hear me, the constant drone. Picture it, the survivors retelling the story, the only witness’s to the horror, be it the Titanic, be it the horror of Auschwitz, the voices calling out, did you hear me. Then imagine Jesus, walking through a small village or town, the voices calling out, heal me, do you hear me, he walks on, but hasn’t ignored them, if they have faith, they will be healed, do you hear me, amen.

Many voices were calling out, shouting injustices, my cause, my rights, my needs. Then there were other voices calling out in silent prayer, thanking God for the blessings being poured out, do you hear me. Solomon listened to the world around him, every day was a gift, the scars on his body, reminders, i’m on my feet today, do you hear me. Only God Most High could have done it, do you hear, amen. The power of Faith, it was the story of Great Spirit, amen.