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You are in need of help, the world is a stew and you are part of it, where do you rest in this pot full of everything, the experiences of others feeding into your imagination, the constant pull, the ability to find a free space, sometimes the hardest thing of all. Spirit, then the good news story, the lift and the forward appeal, what is going to happen next.

You rise above the problem, but it is only a temp cease in the war, it’s not long before it starts up again, is there a cure for this you think, is there more you should  be doing, you seek ways to make it a little better, but your head gets a battering, your friends say, why bother it’s not going to  make a difference, for God sake will you go out and live, your life will be over before you even know it.

Solomon had the answer to problems, the problems with hunger, the problem with poverty, and he had encountered the “Great Spirit”, the ruler of all, what can be done he prayed, where are we going, this can’t be happening, how is it possible he yearned.

He goes to bed and rests, aware that the angels are all around, and wisdom too, such a wonderful woman, she knows the heartfelt secrets of everyone, no one fools her. In his dreams he can visualize the problem, wisdom does the rest, isn’t she wonderful, the 24/7 carer who never stops giving. By morning time the issue is the same as it  always was in the time of Jesus, share, amen.

A smile on the face of the almighty, a child’s dream is made, a woman finds a safe refuge, how hard is that, little steps, all of them, amen. There is no pride in feeding the hungry, or helping the oppressed, it’s being responsible.

Patrice Mulumba

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Modern Wisdom Streams….

It’s raining again, what a glorious feeling, time to stop and start thinking, it’s raining again, a pause in the momentum, the headache you just can’t ignore, maybe your body is telling you, maybe it’s a time to reflect. Solomon sighed, he looked out the window, fresh streams of life giving water were pouring from the sky, there wasn’t much to do, but being a writer he wasn’t that much affected. How wisdom uses her great charms to stall us, get us to think for awhile, before we make those life changing decisions, think before you act. He read the ancient books, and was getting around to the rest. The wisdom of Jesus, wisdom is the continuous stream, so are the blessings that come from heaven, so long as you are prepared enough to receive them, basically, what did you do in the past, or what you were going to change going forward. An old man was speaking to him, a wise old man, roguish but full of integrity, he enjoyed a few pints.  It used to be about Children, but it seems the adults hijacked it, Christmas that is. It was hard not to agree, but perhaps everyone was a child anyway who just had grown up. Grown up he sighed, what did it mean, what happens when it happens too soon, what about the middle part, when it rains on you and you are forced to stop awhile and reflect. The weather was a timely reminder. He recalled a friend, and it reminded him, of the adult threat many little ones faced. Least being aware of it, made it less of a threat, the awakening continuing. But in all seriousness, were we all being treated like small children, give me what i want and i’ll be quite, amen. If that was the case, we were already addicted, next. God Most High unearthed wisdom for us, from the strangest of sources, words from the hearts of those who opened the hearts of more. Maybe that was the reason for the rain, without we were withered

, too much and we would drown, wisdom, use it as a stream, and let it continue to flow, amen.

The Asylum

Do we share the planet with anyone else, neighbors, acquaintances, other folks, and what’s all this crap about loving children, we live in a politically correct world, did Bob Dylan say that, thirty years ago about, sound bytes, more people working in public relations that in medicine, each night a new apology, we don’t mean to offend, can’t even mention it’s Christmas, why don’t we abolish language anyway. Hear reports, read about great tragedies, read about them again, watch them repeat, call our selves believers, in what exactly, while the young imitate, while the older ones try to regurgitate, trying to understand them. A shiny nosed therapist smiles, you have to give them space awhile, while Donald wants to build a wall across the Mexican border. What have the billions being doing all these years, are they all so addicted they can’t see beyond themselves, the asylum

was never so interesting.

Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, what were they thinking upstairs! amen.

Paris

25 trillion off shore,

twenty million dead,

in last twenty years,

across the Arab world,

arms everywhere,

no one monitoring,

what’s happening,

Wisdom

is there money in this chuck!

father is dragged in by the police,

abusive behavior report filed,

children involved you serious,

what’s going on charlie,

let’s call in the newspapers,

there’s a runner here i tell you,

and some cash for us afterwards!

human nature got to love it,

there’s a buck there’s a dinner.

All About me

no one more important,

than little old me i guess,

only time i go and protest,

when it’s all about me,

the dealer in the neighborhood,

they live so far away,

the pointing of the fingers,

way over there you see,

and as per the usual,

nothing ever gets done,

til it happens i guess,

to poor little me!

don’t it make you wonder,

amen

High Noon

slow walk across the sandy stone roadway street

apprehension in all the eyes that you meet,

there’s that look in his eye seen it before,

was asking for something and boy what a chore!

the door opens he slowly steps into the hall,

the preacher slows the gathering turns around,

the sheep there fined it a great community,

there’s a plague coming he says all calm,

his eyes cross the room stare down at floor,

what do you expect us to do sheriff, really!

turns his head at the stone in their response,

that some of you cared about children that’s all,

i actually assumed you meant all those words,

fool me to believe same as it always was,

amen.

Sandy Hook Again

another day of slaughter

your sons and daughters,

medication everywhere,

minds as before,

waiting in expectation,

of Sandy Hook all over,

the warnings ignored,

them guns them guns,

used for simple,

Oregon slaughter,

amen.

trump this

border wire,

can do attitude,

problem solver,

great country,

be positive,

push it donald,

had enough,

cant house,

a few refugee’s,

and you have the skill,

to be a president,

show us then

men versus women

Men were supposed to assist, help, and partake in women’s lives, not as agents of control as so many assume, but as agents in the creation and nurture of love in the lives of their families

When the seeds of a generation no longer produce, the farmer understands exactly what to do, nothing nostalgic nothing sentimental, if it isn’t working you have to do something new, otherwise failure is guaranteed

The life story of Jesus Proves, that when it came to the end, it was the women, the mothers, who actually stuck around, while all the men fled.