Mothers… the currency is Love

Their Currency is Love

She loses her balance every time he comes in, he changes her rhythm, same way a child grabs the attention, she is made to honor love, has no choice in the matter. Years before she lost the plot, it was Christmas, there was a global disaster, something she can relate to. Love deserted her, leaving her rudderless for a year or two. She will never make the same mistake again, will never trust a man. Bad enough having to fool demons, it would ware you out most days, having to worry about the gasoline going into your heart, that she can control, but everyday, she droops, until he appears, what is happening.

The boss was furious, have you lost the plot. Only true Spirit can revive her, amen.

Across the world there was a sense of injustice, much of it if not all, powered by poverty and the feelings it evokes. Hows long can you prod an arm before a bruise appears. For many years, for centuries in some minds, there was a great imbalance between the roles of men and women in societies everywhere, some of it justified. Solomon wondered why the arguments continued on the same vein, equality. Men could not bare children alone, and women needed men to bare children, it was a relationship of communication. The rapid growth of technology had overtaken wisdom and wise thoughts. The impulse today is instant gratification, and everyone knew that couldn’t last. The currency of Love was badly needed, amen.

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Boris, Donald, and a whole lot more…

Forgive me, so many reasons present themselves, in the news, the papers, the different groups, all chasing some sort of closure, then the next day, a new set of groups, new news, new stories, appear, seeking closure, a raft full of lawyers in tow, measuring the words, hoping to use them in their attack on some wretched soul, and counting the cash, depending on the size of the boo-boo.

Man meets woman, they get together, decide to live together, build a home, have children, as if it’s a given formula. The world begins to move, the love becomes a little toxic, the bond changes, the couple no longer feel as one, the split, the sharing of assets, a new beginning.  Is love that simple, you get to the super market and choose another, hardly, when the Love is divine. God is called patient on account of His patience, perhaps to help us be patient too.

Forgiveness, many with their reputations on the pages of tabloids, hungry journalists chasing the gold, offering money for even worse details. Do we really need someone explaining what happens when we go to the toilet, cause that is what it feels like, some one chasing our shit in order to sell it on to someone else, there is no other way to say it. Cough with your excuses, but it’s not chasing the facts, we pay others to sell human dirt, that is supposedly entertainment.

Queen Elizabeth, in the public picture all her life, so her children stray, the latest scandal, another chance to incite the taste buds; well, why else write such stuff. Hear the argument, we want to protect children; what do internet statistics explain, a strange way of explaining their safety, amen.

Solomon sighed; the signs were appearing, there is divine influence, there is God, and two thousand years after the first advent, the signs speak of the Great Return. In the circumstance, you’d think forgiveness was the new fashion trend that was never going to end, amen.

Money Makers ….

Hear the saying, money makers never tire, they have boundless energy, all addicts do. Till the money runs out, or the drug runs dry, then it’s bedlam. Solomon was thinking of some nasty folks, who undermine the well being of all for a few bucks. How foolish he sighed, when there are signs of Godly intervention all around, how they shrivel inside knowing that Love, real love, is the only currency of interest to God. There are limits on what we need, there are limits on desire, sad for those with egos bigger than Mount Everest, what is in store for them, Only God Knows. 24 trillion off shore and mounting, they say all volcanoes burst, same as the waistline after too many feasts, amen.

The Descendants

He will make a good looking father, she is all bling, he has a sharp hair cut, and she has never been to speck savers. The jewelery is stolen, the car is hire purchase, and his wealth is based on using the vulnerable, he will make a great father. She likes his car, he has four of them, a triple garage, six houses, and an unlimited supply of cash, he will make a good father…., her children will look like him, that’s all that matters, it’s how she judges the world…

Solomon was doing a study of his genealogy, the family tree, where we came from, who our parents were, who their parents were and so forth, the habits, the interests, what is in your make up, interesting stuff, and recalled the ancient scriptures, and the line of descendants laid out, from the time of adam, down to Noah, and beyond, each generation a step, to this time and place.

Well, he was trying to understand why it would be so in the ancient books. He recalls the story of Jacobs well, the field given to the descendants, Abraham, and the promise of God, as retold by descending generations, and why it was recorded The lists are laid out, he read them, there for all to read, why was it so.

Reminders to our past he sighed, we are connected by faith, and the ancient stories remind us, the stories of old are true, the Power of God makes everything possible. He sighed, a friend was ill, and was bearing up, there are signs in the heavens, divine help is about, time to ask for a little help, we are all descendants, amen.

Just imagine it, you just have to pray it better, it’s that simple.

Blaming

Look in the mirror, that’s you, and that’s you in the evening too, that’s who you are, what you reflect, and that was meant to be enlightening, that reflection, amen.

Patrice Mulumba

Solomon’s Reflections

if you ignore the words of the heart in the young one’s waiting for it to fill, it’s the same as playing roulette with the future of love. Solomon sighed,

everyone wanted to be loved but love seemed to be so far away, as everyone was so concerned for their love there was no love left anywhere.

she’s young and immature but understands how they all view her. she’s got a sure way to get their attention and it’s playing their game not hers.

God Most High was looking on at the strange goings on almost everywhere. Did they realise the outcome in

a world devoid of real love.

He’s seen so much for one so young he’s a bomb waiting to explode. can’t express emotions can’t talk to anyone world is just too busy for him.

empty minds

they used to fill us with propaganda, it’s a boy, we’ll turn him into a marine, till they got to know you better and turned you into a fool, what a wonderful world, i wonder if we can buy some of that, propaganda, sounds great stuff. they might have it on special offer in Walmart, the white house has loads of it, congress lives on the stuff, the arms industry, they are really healthy, they use loads too, daddy, daddy, can i have some propaganda, i just seen it on the TV. growing stupid in the modern world was never so easy.