Tony Soprano and the Jury

That’s not how it works, it’s different, the men are arranged around a table, it’s judgement day and the news is not as expected, a twit found the funding and made a movie about the commencement of the Vietnam war, it’s released the same day as the  men with canes and worn walks have to attend a special hearing of the heavenly commission, the life they lived is being weighed up. On account of the authority they yielded, they are seen as high value persons.

Everyone is treated the same, whether your a made man or not!,  Tony adds with a half smile, and points at each one of them; you all had a hand in this man made mess, so what do you have to say for yourselves. An old man opens his mouth when his dentures fall out, his jaw continues shaking as he tries to put the dentures back in. The old geezer sitting next to him says “why don’t you try super glue, that way they’ll never fall out!”

This is serious says big Tony, there is only so much; a room load outside awaits the decision, the minions of these once powerful men.

So what have you to say about yourselves?

Old Alfred turns to George, “I told you we should never have got rid of Kennedy!”

What’s Kennedy got to do with this asks Tony, who is the Heavenly district attorney, he senses an even bigger scalp.

“Kennedy, a peace loving Irish dumb ass, what does he know about business except for his Father who bought it for him!”

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The Sermon

Your coming to church, he hears his mother, he is at the play station. He press’s a button, he has already forgotten, he is winning the game, two up and ten minutes to go, about two minutes game time. Hurry up she shouts, “do I have to go up there!”, he winces. He is clever. The teacher says that playing the game is good for my education. She can only smile, she is a patient mum. Hurry she shouts, damn, it’s two one and a minute left. His head watches the door, he thinks he hears steps, don’t push he thinks, he gets up, just as she reaches the top of the stairs.

In the car, why are we going to church Ma!, she is rounding a bend, being careful. Why are we going to church he repeats. She lets him say it a third time. The church appears in their view, she looks at him with a huge smile and says:

so you will learn to listen dear!

Do you have a child with listening problems, i’d say everyone who has children would say yes… well, why not bring them to church a few times, amen.

Rhythm of Love

Rhythm of love, it’s a variety, the beat of the heart, sweet noise of a bird, the chuckle of a little child, the wisdom of God, the many ways to love, not one particular way, but the choices from nature,  the same for you and me, open your heart and fill, you’ll never own the beat, it will be in you, small children get it immediately, watch them listen sometime, you will be amazed, the child cries mother comes, she lifts the little one, suddenly she starts to smile, are you all right, baby understands that look, it’s called falling for love, it happens to everyone, sometimes we close the heart, push the love we need away, might have been a bad experience,  might have been your first incursion, don’t fret your not expected to win first time, with wisdom and patience you figure it out, just happens that today there is pressure on love, the burden of expectations,  just step back a little and wait, love is never rushed when right, amen, and don’t fall in love to escape the family beat, don’t fall in love to hide  sexually, many have  it ends in tragedy, find the rhythm in your heart, listen to the music and fly, amen.

Clarisa

The look of despair in a young girls eyes as her father took her to the waterside,

wading in it got colder and colder rises up and up till it came to her shoulder,

Daddy’s eyes smile little girl doesn’t realise this is the last time she’ll feel those ties,

Please please she struggles fighting for her life please daddy gulping then it’s all over,

no more surprise no song for mammy but it’s pleasantly calm she feels no pain,

she’s in the land of the angels and free holding hands with mother nature and friends,

Clarissa was her name and a bright spark and flame she’s an angel now that I’m sure,

Some things we can’t explain we search for reasons but doubts will always remain,

One doubt you can cast away and it’s that your life is a lease you’ll have to give back.Image