Give Thanks – a re blog

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day; yesterday’s post is still on my mind. I’m grateful for the poem that was in me, grateful for words to tell you about this episode in my professional life, and grateful to be who I was and still am. A tough old cookie. A highly sensitive and intuitive wise woman. A […]

via Surely goodness and mercy…. — Telling the Truth

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Are You a listener…..

Will you stop talking, there is something I need to say, will you stop it, she reaches for her apron, he continues to fumble, will you stop and let me get dressed, will you stop, he pesters her, she smiles and laughs, can’t wait to get away, will you stop she laughs. His tone becomes all serious, he mentions the insurance that has to be paid, and the suit she has to collect, he has an important dinner …are you listening….

Friday night. Money usually follows, in order to pay the small debt, crumbs will be left over, a new book even a dress, are you listening, will you stop, he is at her again, will you stop, she grabs the hundred dollar bill, reaches for the door handle, don’t forget he says, you got children to collect, are you listening yet.

Surviving Harvey!

The weather man called, Harvey is on the loose and he is coming after us, scary. Hurricane time, a whiplash of energy, felt in places far and wide. You don’t mean the other Harvey, what, the other Harvey, he sighs:

“that’s as old as the bible almost”

what do you mean by that jack she asks, a hammer in her hand, she is about to batten down the windows, she wants none of Harvey getting in. Another nail should do it, she flicks the hammer, and with new England determination hits it in the head, won’t be able to tear that one.

“what’s as old as the bible” she asks, a little exhausted from her efforts. Can you get me a glass of water dear. Great woman he sighs, she’s been with him for over thirty years, and it still feels like the first time, every day he wakes up. Do you want ice with that, no answer. She’s reading an article from the New York Express, a recent new start up. In it’s efforts to gain readers, it has sensationalized the Harvey Weinstien story, has interviews with thirty of the so called victims, so it claims, much of it made up. But in the aftermath of the scandal that is no surprise, everyone knew since the time of Marilyn what was going on, from President Kennedy to Sam the mafia head.

“be nice to the man honey he can make your career” advice the agents give regularly, to their new clients list when it comes to interview

This is terrible she says, as he places the glass on the reading table beside her. Her fingers are drumming up and down on the hammer, playing an imaginary tune.

“it all goes back to the way women were described all those years ago, even the fundamentalists take advantage of this, the religious fundamentalists that is.”

She shakes her head, what do you mean she asks. Is she being naive he wonders, he smiles. He knows her too long, she just loves hearing explanations and how it all ties in with the past.

“woman is the servant of man, and must do what the man asks”

who said that she asks.

Marriage rules of old dear, glad you are a twenty first century woman dear.

But that is the opposite to what Jesus said about it, he said men and women were equal, how did so many get it wrong.

That’s my point darling, don’t blame Harvey, it’s purely old habits passed on. This is going to be a gold fest for lawyers everywhere from what I am reading.

Looking for Love…..

Doing the groove this is normal they assume, he wiggles and twirls in front of the screen, the way we learn is not the issue, we all learn the same way, example if you are young, the TV remote is on the wrestling channel, the others are in the room, the absence of a father figure forces the emotions, imitates the nearest close relation i suppose, what if, it’s a big question, if you are trying to fill that loving gap. Fundamentalists fill the details in with their version of events, some of them are bible experts they do everything by the book. Stop, halt, hold on, there is something very wrong in all of this. Ask the question no one wants an answer to, at the least it will challenge the collective conscience, even if they try and bury the truth, it all comes out anyway, the example we were subjected to, when we were very young.

The bells ring, the pleasantries begin, stares across the aisle, who is in attendance, who has not come along. Why were you not in attendance Mike, the allegations are kept quite, it’s like a secret meeting of a secret cult, your programmed, the job pays well and the children have great schools, the medical is free and the university position is secure, programmed has many different forms, and the cult is seriously successful, who can complain with that.

A journalist, Daphne Caruana Galizia dies in a bomb blast, trying to expose the off shore criminals, who are stealing from the poorest themselves, the resources they stole were to be used to restore, the health services so badly needed by the rest. Well done gentlemen for removing a voice of Love, imagine the consequences in a time of great coincidences, when there is news from the world above.

The preacher brushes his teeth, he fleeces them to be exact, washes his face puts on a smile, he is getting ready to set them alight. The audience is select, only the movers and shakers, decision makers, with their help, they can seize whatever they like.

“Jesus says this to you this morning!”, he begins his long rant, the audience begin to take notes, there job security depends on all this. He begins to read from the old scriptures, choosing to ignore the bigger meaning, he is using old worlds to target the world, there is an agenda, if they are not fundamental, then they are not like us.

Solomon heard it all, be it North Korea, Washington select interests, or a cult, they existed, extremists, who pretended to be like us. as for using the ancient writings, Solomon was reminding them, the extremists. Noah, Moses, the holy prophets and what was it they wrote, extremists never work it out, there is no love in that. wasn’t that the story of the good S

amaritan?.

 

 

Jesus made simple

words, be kind when you use them, be kind to those in need, God lives in you, make space, avoid that which does not lead to love, and remember this, forgiveness trumps everything, it kills the evil impulse in you. If you believe, it means you love, and love extends beyond your borders. And remember this, “the Holy Spirit will come to help you understand”, now that’s not too hard to understand. so don’t fill the world with all your fears, keep them to yourselves, after all, who would poison there own children, amen.

Solomon was trying to learn a little, make it simple, a good start helps everyone, amen.

Sources of Wisdom

It was a spiders web, so many connections you just can’t escape it, wisdom. Solomon was listening to an old prophet, the music from his lips the mood of his heart, he recalled to himself as he listened, that the wisdom of ancient scripture was just as described, the problem was, that those passing on the religious message got lost in their thoughts, assuming them knew it better than those they were meant to serve. It wasn’t a criticism, it was just a human fact, and it gave further credence the old words of Jesus, the principle of being born again, relearning and getting a better understanding of what we thought we knew.

The absolutists thought that what they knew was it, and failed to pass on, the news, wisdom was a healthy tree a healthy river that kept on delivering. Every day was a source of wisdom, the songs on the radio, the newspaper headlines, it was all connected. He listened to music 50 years old, and what the prophet was saying, was more true now, than when the song was first written. So what sources of wisdom did you come across today, it was a question everyone ought to have asked themselves, at least once a week.

A young man in North Korea is the ultimate dictator, he wants to hold on to power at home, so starts a panic away from home, reminding his subjects, see what i can do. On a more simplistic level, perhaps we should have thought about such problems long before it came to this, seriously. well at least the neighbors were getting the three in the morning warning, did we actually help this guy!

Her hands

she doesn’t grip the way she did before, it’s a struggle to open the blister pack but she manages. I need a cure, she sighs, she has a picture of him on her side board, what will i do, her hands. A radio blares to life, the neighbor next door is hard of hearing, so the music is up loud, not that again, then the tune begins, one they used to listen to, he passed away a year before and she misses him, your hands he used to say, they are so fine. They played piano so well, now they hardly worked, amen.

In the world of the old, it was lonely and hard to get on, lonely and afraid of the night, when she was with him, well she never had to worry. The tune plays on, the memory comes back, she hears a noise at the door, gets up slowly and pats over to the door, it’s James he says, he is her nephew, he has come to lend her his hands.

Many hands ease the load, many hearts working and the love flows.