Focus on High….

What’s going on, everyone looks to the sky, the shops are empty, you wonder why, no sale signs up in the clouds, there your destiny cannot be bought, there is no price list, the rich man sighs. But I control the world down here, they do as they are told, I can even make their lives dreary, really replies God with a weary smile. And you boast in company, that you know me well, I’m glad you are aware, why no change your focus to on high. But that will cost me my friends, they tremble when I speak, the follow whatever I say, I can’t give up all that.

Divine intervention sighed Solomon, the gaze on the lower ground, the tantalizing views, how I’d like some of that. Jesus enjoyed the company of those who were true in their own selves, he didn’t have to double guess, their habits were straight and laid out. Wasn’t it a pity he sighed, that so many in the religious world, were so focused on relationships between persons, when they should have been focused on what was on high.

 

2020 Vision

Less distraction more action, she was used to his ways, he  was always side tracking the issue.  It became her talk, she being a mother, didn’t have time for pride to overtake her, the needs of others overcoming her, for she was born to love, being a mother from the day she was born.

Solomon listened to the news, the cat calls at the young protesters, and the disdainful comments of those who should know otherwise, how silly of them. The Global environment was a ship in the middle of a storm, pushed side to side against each approaching wave, the good captains and queens, working earnestly to keep the ship afloat, similar to the carers everywhere, just doing it, for goodness sake,  for no other reason.

He sighs, should they not be encouraging the young to get involved in these healthy pursuits, why the resistance. Did they see, those in power seats, did they see an appeal  in the young something so many seemed to be blind to. Solomon prayed, may we have 2020 vision, and see what has to be done, may the schemes of the extremists and the deceivers implode on them alone, and those who encourage all that is wrong… The Sun burst from the clouds, the Heavens were talking, put it in writing He said. Solomon wondered what else where was to do, being wise he hoped, he decided to wait, patience was a virtue few possessed, while the world expected the opposite, instant results, amen.

Solomon sighed, who was it, the prophets names, Isaiah, yeah, he prayed for rain, golly, there is power in His words.

Generations

The pot in the yard, the food is mostly vegetable, no one is worrying about the shops, they are miles away, no phone, no mail, primitive living. Years later, mobile phones in hand, not enough vegetables, and too many shops, everyone focused on the word bargain, modern living. Solomon was looking back on the steps we took, the inventions, the speed of life, how things hurry up, the elderly sent to homes, focus on the future, our greatest worry, the loss of our mobile.

The current generation, from 2,000 on, distant from many of the habits many grew up in. International travel, expansion of services, combined thinking, networking, trying to get a handle on opportunity, trying to overcome the opposition, funding is vital, no one does it for free. The Mayan calender’s warnings, the world will change after the year 2,000, some thought it would come to an end. In someways it has already, the turning point, the emotional gap between generations, how empathy for the past is over shadowed, by the fast thinking millennials, who under the barrage of the social network, have no time to dwell on how things as they were.

Solomon was reflecting; what would the current millennials think of older generations.

INN Keeping with the Spirit…

 

She pulls her bag, the shoppers pass by, she is not covered in smiles, quite the opposite. She wants to get home, she is safe there. Just feeling safe, there is a lot for her to worry about, her friends have gone their ways, she rarely hears from them, booze and anxiety causes separation, its’ a busy world. God will help me, she prays a lot, Her Faith is based on her deeds; she has given a lot and not asked for much in return. Her bag clinks, it’s a lonely time, she wants her time out, the past can be hard to bare. She toiled with the oppressed, gave more than most, now her Spirit weeps, she is in need of a revival.

Inn Keeping with the Spirit, sighed Solomon, and difficulty with the birth, the lack of space, the need to find a shelter, for the young life inside her to survive, or for the Spirit inside her to revive. Many stories are told, the beautiful Jesus, the wealthy visitors with the gifts for the new King, the threat against the new Spirit. There are many ways to interpret Christmas, but in keeping with the Spirit, finding a suitable space for the Spirit to revive, could be the answer to all our problems, just as the story suggests, amen.

A tribute to a long passed friend, who was there for many, but fell foul of the demons, be blessed, amen.

Dante’s World…Author Day

National author day, why not choose one with a bit of gusto, something that opens the mind, it’s a time of change, there are signs, the criticism of Dante, I haven’t read the book yet, but it has a few choice words on the well being of large institutions, and how power is so corrupting, so the leaf notes go, well, I read the blog report, and have an inkling, that this is a book worth reading, as it has all the main characters from the Spiritual worlds. And written 800 years ago, it’s seems fitting to give it a read, in these times of great change, its the learning that matters.

Too Devout For Me….

It’s not easy, and eternity is a real destiny, the words of old and the habits of some, they are too devout, do you see the way they pray, we’d never go that far, then the heart twinkles, and you get a reminder of heaven, there are healings, the sky, the patterns in the sky, even the numbers. reminders, there is Heaven, and these are reminders that’s all.

Solomon watched as some built walls and the others who built bridges, one view was entrenched, the other wanted to encourage and is divine, way some folks are more inclined towards love than others. As for security, what is more secure than a real world love that never fails. Solomon had prayers answered, encountered the angels, there was nothing to prove, Heaven is real, I hope that isn’t too devout for you.

Did they ever imagine it; those leading the way, encouraged daily, with the prayers they uttered every day, thoughts of heart felt wellness, were

lighting the path. Ironic sighed Solomon; One side was critical of the others, each fault finding, that’s too much some would say, the habits or the practices. Perhaps, all those disagreements were ways to get people to notice each other, same way a rebellious child causes a nuisance, amen.

Jesus This, Who said that…..

Sound byte, how the mind hangs on what a few heads speak, the radio is on, the word pandemic is mentioned, the ears become pointed, the listening is hard, is it our salvation or our end, how worry excites us, the same threat we face each day, who said that.

The lady is older, her hands are not functioning as they used to, she bumps into the wall occasionally, the medication makes her dizzy, the experts say it’s a wasting disease, who said that, the stuff they try to fill you with, same as placing boxes in the spare closet, you will fit in there nicely, like all those similar boxes.

Meanwhile the juggernaut rolls on, and those on board it, feel as if they can lord it over the rest, the heart attack however a few weeks later was put down to diet, too much good food and not enough exercise, the laugh out of those left behind, still on the juggernaut, waiting for the next victim. The roll continues, the despair deepens, those looking on, wondering, can this really last, is there no one who can stand against this machine.

You mean you want to be a human rights lawyer, the older lawyer looks at his apprentice, you mean you’d give it all up for those losers outside, he points to the street, it’s lunchtime and the workers are racing to their half hour break from their assault on the world. You mean you’d give it up for a better world, the old man wonders what is happening to the human race, finally he says to the young apprentice, who said that to you anyway he says, the apprentice sighs, well Jesus of course, don’t you believe in the world to come he says addressing the old man, who checks his watch, he is due to rendevous with his teenage sweetheart shortly, well she is a teenager,  but the old man is no sweetheart, just a ruthless pragmatist.

Solomon sighed, the extremists are being turned into babbling fools: when they open their mouths, their truth pours out, while those that used to support them wonder, how did we vote for that. Solomon read the papers; there was dissent in many places, lawyers were hiring investigators, lives were being privately undermined, it was business to the lawyer, money; Solomon sighed, didn’t they all know, everyone of them, that the day of the Lord had arrived, miracles were happening, and extreme thought was on the divine radar, and that meant an end to them, amen. Who said that?…Just one thought, a good prayer, it was time to put the effort in, the ship of extremism sailed on in search of any friendly port, sink it he prayed before they can get ashore, it’s only listing now, amen.