Hold It tight

She is afraid, she reaches out for his hand, he holds it tight but not too tight, she needs the feeling, security, it will relieve her fears, she’s young, has arrived in a new city, is unsure of her surrounds, we’ll have a coffee here. They stop at a cafe, they sit outside, she watches the traffic pass, the human traffic, new colors, faces with expressions she has never seen before, there’s the anxiety, being unsure in your surrounds, amen. She will be living in the city, there is a course she’s attending, her father accompanies her, is helping her to settle in. He see’s the look on her face, nods to himself, we’ll keep an eye on you.

Isn’t faith like that sighed Solomon, you reach new heights and places all the time, it’s a living thing and a destination at the same time, and there are demons who want to point you in other directions. you meet new ones all the time. Making friends is never easy, particularly when you have things others don’t have and want ,

peace of mind he’s thinking of. Solomon was reminding himself, don’t be afraid to venture, just take your faith with you. There were those of no faith at all who measured everything, how can you manage love he sighed, unless you intend to use it as an asset you can sell, and who wants that sort of society, only tyrants and bullies he surmised. Solomon wrote a prayer to spike the efforts of those who preyed on the vulnerable, the young woman in the story, reminded him of one of their many victims, amen.

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Tight Squeeze

maybe, she twirls, the dress does not look right, the mirror is full length, she stands there, head left head right, head up head down, doesn’t feel right, damn, she marches to the bedroom, a bundle of clothes on the bed, she reaches into the press, what now she sighs, four to choose from, she’s a size eight, wants to be a seven, grabs the navy jump suit, quickly changes, returns to the mirror, half an hour later, she makes up her mind. A pout of the lips, cool she smiles, on her way to an awards ceremony, wants to look her best. Whats the hurry, in traffic, taxi driver watches her reaction in the mirror, hyped up chick or what, she is hopping, can’t this bus go faster, is getting nervous, the delay is killing her.  what’s the rush!.

famine chick, in her small tent, the aid convoy hasn’t arrived yet, was promised a week ago, will it hurry up, her child is cramping with the hunger, the water milk diet not sustaining enough. She doesn’t mind, it’s her child she worries about.

I’d like to announce the winner of the new female singer of the year, and the winner is, she bursts in the door, the audience turns around, the noise she makes would scatter a flock of birds. her day is made, she arrived on the stroke of recognition, the fuss with the make up and stuff worth the wait.

She pulls her hair, ringlets, cutie, she fawns for the audience, opens her mouth the way all the bright teeth people do, pauses. i would like to dedicate my award to the ..

The child is crying, she is fraught with anxiety, she holds the baby, one eye on the door, a miracle she pleads, how can i stop the suffering of my little child. She shakes the baby, talking to the wee one all the time, she’d feed him from her breast, but they are hard and tight, no milk in there, she needs to feed to provide for the young one.

i’d like to thank my agent, and my family for getting me this far, without them i would have got nowhere.  She bursts out crying, the emotions too much, success has come at last.

Without food there was nothing she could do. The dead bundle is cold, she sits on the floor, wailing.

Anyone for canapes!

Trump Card

Loathe him or love him, despise or have no opinion at all, but the politics of the world will never be the same, and complaining about what you should be doing something about, will do you no good. Twenty years of unchallenged assault on the sensitivities of children, the threat to love eternal, the bias’s so many share, well, it’s time to come together and share responsibility, it’s our world after all.

Solomon was listening to the permanent complaint authority, who just gave out about whatever it was they wanted to complain about, while doing zip about it themselves. Were they all blind these last twenty years, it was before their eyes, and the signs were posted on times square. Solomon was smiling at the prospect, everything that had come to pass, pointed towards a world in dire need of change. The message of change was everywhere, and the new global authority, would have to answer to the same authority that sent those signs. those that sought power for power sake, were going to need help explaining their motives.

The storms never arrived, the

weather was spring like, something great was happening, amen.

The Demons

fears, anxieties, the gentle reminder, the TV show, the next anniversary, the promotion, did you see how she got ahead, did you, the demons, all slivers of resentment, together they form a bullet. You mean you didn’t attend the service, what did you donate, your poor, i get it, poor bastard, demons, always measuring people, is there any worth in you, no point invading your life, demons, they have to have something to feed on. Solomon wondered how they must have thought, when Jesus, said, No

No to the demons and they ran for it, demons are not that brave, are they, confront them and they run, problem was so many got a free ride. It was coming up to Christmas, and there were so many if’s and but’s about, if only this, if only we had that, if only. Then there was pure faith, the stuff that is useless to demons, once you pitch in the Faith camp, He sends the Helpers, how simple is that, amen.

The Drowning Soul

If Love is the energy of all that is good in this world, why have so many gone to great lengths to destroy the good feelings of many, why has the media soaked up the ugliest stories and dished them out, why have wars been reported so strongly and with graphic affect, if young children are drowning in their souls, why have children in general been exposed to every adult illness, why have they been ignored when they obviously can’t deal with the social networked world, why has so little been done to save the drowning souls.?

A lot of why’s, but Solomon had the answers, drown the spirit and you are fodder for the next great idea or trend, it was poignant, he’d small friends in trouble too, and as in times of old, the welfare of the youngest, used to be uppermost in the annals of the concerns of

most decent people out there, how many likes did i get today, times have changed. Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit of the divine Father and Family, and knew that God Most High was no myth, turn them into babbling fools he prayed, and remember the love they destroyed. He said the prayer a few times and saw so much change, the drowning souls were not drowning anymore, and those that attempted to control the outcome of events, were having the nightmare they were due for a very long time, amen.

The Bypass Industry

Everybody is in bypass mentality, or was it bypass surgery, perhaps better if we all were in bypass surgery, so Solomon sighed, bypass responsibility, bypass all that is good in favor of the blame game. he was after reading a story, the usual diatribe, someone to blame, made it feel as if something was happening, it wasn’t, but it was a reminder of the bypass mentality so many possessed, as long as it appears something is going on, that was all that seemed to matter. He was tired of the way bypass lust, bypass greed, bypass trust, they were all patients for the divine table, as he imagined God Most High cutting out the cancerous parts and renewing them again. Forecast rain and thunder was flashed across the news, the usual, did they not realize what a prayer could do. He let his brolly behind, you just have to believe. All those years ago, it was much the same, the wonder and the confusion, how was it possible for these things to happen, they had. Many wore disguises, but Solomon had a radar that came down from heaven, just ask the boss he sighed, get down on your knees, and you can bypass trouble anywhere, amen. The Faith of the early apostles, few today had retained it, imagine what blessings and strength they provided to the other believers

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Finding Love

I found it, I found it, the eureka moment, it was there all the time, i just didn’t have the time to notice. It could not be bought in the store, ordered online, stored in the garage, hung in the closet, it only existed when you created some, it was as living as the air. Once she accepted this, she found love everywhere she went, how simple she sighed, finding love could not be simpler. Finding a reliable man, well that was galactic by comparison, amen. She put on her make up, a few strands of hair were off center, her lipstick smudged, so what, he’ll think, what does it matter what he thinks, wasn’t that the problem all along, seeking in others what we already have ourselves, approval.