Little boy five years old walks by ,does
what he is told, what’s that he asks passing the shop, mother rushes on and
looks back, whips chains exotic costumes and you know what, mother shakes her
head and shouts don’t ask, boy walks on taking it all in wondering, what was
that wonders why mammy walks so fast. years later the shop is still there, why
you may ask was nothing done, to preserve the young from what you ask, are we
not into all that stuff and anyway it’s too late, the boy is now a teen surfs
the porn, what’s wrong with that, it’s
as normal as rain for all to see. Meets a girl they get to know each other,
expects her to do all sorts of thing, cause it gets him in a lather, Love
matters in others not our concern, haven’t we got enough to deal with, keeping the men on board, if he doesn’t get it
tonight he’ll be surfing porn till dawn, till all he sees is blue.
the age of the individual, ask difficult
questions upset the apple cart, no one stands up all afraid to ask, unlike that
five years old, much change required so much pain all around. Mary is twelve like
any little girl a women to be she’s a growing teen, familiar with the gaze of men,
they pass her every day, she understands
the meaning of those pointed stares, the attention her older sister gets, we’ve
all been there.
From the Indians of north America, and
cultures all but extinct, most of them based on wisdom that used to be so succinct,
progress the excuse that comes to mind, do you ever wonder where it’s all going,
or are just waiting for the next opportunity to come along, probably. close
your eyes and pretend it does not matter, keep on doing that your heart will be
in tatters. And why did God Most High send Lord Jesus and others to visit you
might ask, I suppose it’s like the flowers and the bees, we have taken for
granted for so many years, a mothers meal once consumed forgotten till the next
and the next. Well, there is one certainty in life, and we all know the answer
to that, we’ll be worm fodder but hopefully after a long living, full stop, fortunately
not. If a heaven and there is a hell, your busy living and climbing that
ladder, such fine detail as love created becomes too personal, the intangible
in the world, the only source of light for God most high. As we deal with the
current chaotic world and the dramas being played out, the mighty number of
warnings currently about, the miracle escapes as well, seems to me that time
will tell the reason why we are about, or our reason for being.
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