another day of slaughter
your sons and daughters,
minds as before,
waiting in expectation,
of Sandy Hook all over,
the warnings ignored,
them guns them guns,
used for simple,
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
Empathy, one track in a spaghetti junction of choice, what route will you take?.
The end of the matter, woman walks hospital, in her P.J.’s, she’s ill and hopes, the doctors see her most days, they have her on hold, not sure if she’ll recover, but hopeful. The cost of comfort is innocence. The counters on both sides, the division bell, the referee’sof love or hate, chalk her down. The mystery of numbers, the scores close, will it reach a tipping point. Nervous smiles as another load go headlong down the main highway, the easy route, and it end’s nowhere. Fat Gary winks. The game will be over in no time at this rate. Pilgrims progress poor, around the bend, torment.
Heaven’s team is getting nervous.
You promised us a saviour says one
White beard sipping wine, shakes his head, just like the days of old, little faith. Have fear will run, will listen to anyone, it’s a miracle anyone every made it through. There’s a tap on the door.
Peter opens the door. Little boy big smile, two foot tall, peter stoops, he’s wearing a smile.
And where do you come from asks peter talking the boy inside. The child has arrived in heaven, made it through. Another recruit for the army of angels being prepared. I was crossing the water when I fell in, is my mother here he asks, all impish. Peter gives him a re assuring hug, she’s over there he points, with her other relations.
Peter taps into the child’s conscious, and the family left behind. They are hovering in a hospital room, the boy is on a bed. The father is praying. Relations around him, TV camera’s outside waiting, international news, this boy is certainly special, has managed to change many hearts.
What do you think, what are the choices?, do you believe in being born again?.
Boy opens his eyes, renewed with spirit, lives, everyone rejoices, mother is in tears, doctor cant explain, he must be blessed, another day another miracle. She reads the story of the boy on the beach, realises the gift before her eyes, gets to her knees, will be forever in debt, amen. empathy, the power of good example, amen.
Acting as if they are Gods, times need changing dear Father, many in difficulty, across the world in conflict zones, hearts are crying out, the pleadings of your son, the Holy Spirit visited, TRUST IN GOD MOST HIGH, Free the love, the efforts to control an affront to love, it’s time dear Father, why wait a day longer.
If they sold out their sisters and brothers, why let their pain go on, they have suffered much, abused so long, demon needs to be undone, and his legion of followers with him, open the abyss and push them in, in the Name of Jesus I make my prayer, love is getting strong, with your divine assistance we can change everything, amen.
They might have tried to hide from me, they can’t hide from you, let the love escape, it’s time for decisive action, lets make the change, let no one doubt, the great change has come, amen. Solomon was putting words on the hopes of many, many who had given up, despondent, he had the ear that mattered, knew it could be done, and a summer to look forward to, amen.
The persuasive thoughts of the mind readers were of no affect despite their efforts, it was time to end their control, if they were going to remain stubborn, the fate of the Egyptians awaited them, the crossroads had been reached, decision time, amen.
Pioneering spirit, the waves of soul, climbed unforgiving hills, some made some not, but those who lost, made it for others, someone goes first, someone makes it, sets the others free, and some are just lucky. Whatever, character can’t be bought, it is made. And Faith can’t be faked, many have tried, this we have to believe. In crisis you’ll discover, if it’s real.
Solomon was reading about early pioneering spirit, souls from all over the world, converged in a new land, seeking freedom and hopefully prosperity, their steps sometimes the first, not that they were first, the natives having been there years, from all across the continent, north and south, east and west, and the natives all believed in great spirit.
What was a god send for some, a nightmare for the natives, as the pioneers brought modernism, new mechanisms for solving disputes, and the habits that they grew up with. There were many lessons to be learned. Many cultures and wisdoms brushed aside. Forgiveness was badly in need of exercise. The resentments many carried inside them.
It was no surprise that it all came back to old teaching, every dispute, anger, envy, it was laid out in a very simple way. Solomon reflected upon what Faith was, a real time gift that you could not purchase, just trust me was all he said, how true those words in the context of what was happening, marry yourself to love, but like those storms, it can sometimes get rough.
Jesus cross’s the sea of Galilee, it’s wild weather and stormy, his companions wake him up suddenly, what now he thinks, perhaps in the middle of a great dream or simply a rest, no, it’s not going to sink, puts his head back down and shrugs, what do I have to do next. St. Paul gets shipwrecked, ends up where he’s supposed to be. Solomon gets crushed in his car, changes the landscape of his life, you just have to believe and forgive..