A trembling soul,
Looks up to the stars,
Wishes the heavens
Weren’t so afar,
A washed out wreck,
Surveying the scene,
Seeing the past,
What could have been,
A lone rider,
Running away,
Hurt and bruised,
Afraid to pray,
Hope is adrenalin,
Tricking our mind,
Love a chemical,
Left behind
For romance is dead,
Lights have gone dark,
The stars are weary,
Leaving your heart.
Tuesday 25 May 2010
Sunday 23 May 2010
A Parable
It is time to begin again; with a parable.
There was once a nosey man who lived alone in an enormous castle on the side of a hill. The man took great interest in the view from his towers, for from his towers he could see the village at the bottom of the mountain. He used to sit in his tower rooms for hours at a time, peering through a telescope, recording events and actions in people’s lives. At times the man would chuckle to himself at someone tripping, or become angry at thieves he witnessed stealing from shops in the village. Always, he would write down what he saw in a diary, and his recording was remarkably accurate. For years the man would rise early in the morning, and go straight to the tower to write down what happened during the day. His records lasted for years, and he knew the details of village life. He knew who was having affairs, and who was faithful. In his mind he knew who he would have as his friends and who he would ignore because of their thieving or promiscuity. There was one particular woman who he knew was particularly immoral. He could see her visiting different houses, spending a little time there, and moving along to the next house. The man was sure she was the only prostitute in the village with the courage to work in daylight, and was appalled at her daily antics. The man continued to watch all aspects of life in the village, and for years he did not leave his castle.
Meanwhile, in the village, lived a young woman. She used to visit the families in the village, delivering bread to those in need and flowers to those in grief. Her smile was wide, and her heart warm.
It came about that the man in the castle was summoned to jury duty one summer. He had not visited the village in many years, but jury duty was drawn out of a hat, and he was obliged by law to go. He decided he was pleased with this turn of events; it was an opportunity. The man put on his coat and boots, dusty from years of sitting in one place. He left his castle and walked, determined, towards the village. He wondered what people would say when he carried out his plan.
As the man entered the village square he looked round, approving, his descriptions of the square from his castle were so accurate. Then it happened. His time was now. He saw the woman sneaking out of one of the houses in the corner; he was going to confront her about her immoral actions.
‘Excuse me woman!’ he cried,’ I need you over here.’ The woman wandered over, clearly concerned about such a summons for she walked stooped and slowly, with her head bowed.
‘Yes sir?’ she asked,
‘I need you all to listen! Can I have your attention please!’ the man called out across the square. The people in the square looked up, and gathered around as he signalled for them to do so.
‘I tell you people, this woman is the scourge of this village, she is promiscuous like no one else in the village and she deserves expulsion!’
The people began to look shocked and horrified, the man knew that they had not noticed her immoral ways, so he continued, knowing the good he was doing for the village,
‘I have watched this village for many years from my castle, up there on the hill. I have seen this woman enter many different houses around the town to offer her despicable services!’
The crowd began to boo; they began to shout at the man,
‘What are you saying?!’
‘Do you know who this woman is?’
‘No,’ the man said, ‘but I do know what she has been doing, I have seen her going into many houses around the city, I know she is a terrible woman.’
A man spoke up in the crowd, ‘Yes, but she has been visiting us when we have been sick, or ill. When we have been hungry she has brought us bread, when we have been in grief she has brought us flowers from her garden. Her heart is warm and we are very grateful to her. Please do not offend her so.’
There was once a nosey man who lived alone in an enormous castle on the side of a hill. The man took great interest in the view from his towers, for from his towers he could see the village at the bottom of the mountain. He used to sit in his tower rooms for hours at a time, peering through a telescope, recording events and actions in people’s lives. At times the man would chuckle to himself at someone tripping, or become angry at thieves he witnessed stealing from shops in the village. Always, he would write down what he saw in a diary, and his recording was remarkably accurate. For years the man would rise early in the morning, and go straight to the tower to write down what happened during the day. His records lasted for years, and he knew the details of village life. He knew who was having affairs, and who was faithful. In his mind he knew who he would have as his friends and who he would ignore because of their thieving or promiscuity. There was one particular woman who he knew was particularly immoral. He could see her visiting different houses, spending a little time there, and moving along to the next house. The man was sure she was the only prostitute in the village with the courage to work in daylight, and was appalled at her daily antics. The man continued to watch all aspects of life in the village, and for years he did not leave his castle.
Meanwhile, in the village, lived a young woman. She used to visit the families in the village, delivering bread to those in need and flowers to those in grief. Her smile was wide, and her heart warm.
It came about that the man in the castle was summoned to jury duty one summer. He had not visited the village in many years, but jury duty was drawn out of a hat, and he was obliged by law to go. He decided he was pleased with this turn of events; it was an opportunity. The man put on his coat and boots, dusty from years of sitting in one place. He left his castle and walked, determined, towards the village. He wondered what people would say when he carried out his plan.
As the man entered the village square he looked round, approving, his descriptions of the square from his castle were so accurate. Then it happened. His time was now. He saw the woman sneaking out of one of the houses in the corner; he was going to confront her about her immoral actions.
‘Excuse me woman!’ he cried,’ I need you over here.’ The woman wandered over, clearly concerned about such a summons for she walked stooped and slowly, with her head bowed.
‘Yes sir?’ she asked,
‘I need you all to listen! Can I have your attention please!’ the man called out across the square. The people in the square looked up, and gathered around as he signalled for them to do so.
‘I tell you people, this woman is the scourge of this village, she is promiscuous like no one else in the village and she deserves expulsion!’
The people began to look shocked and horrified, the man knew that they had not noticed her immoral ways, so he continued, knowing the good he was doing for the village,
‘I have watched this village for many years from my castle, up there on the hill. I have seen this woman enter many different houses around the town to offer her despicable services!’
The crowd began to boo; they began to shout at the man,
‘What are you saying?!’
‘Do you know who this woman is?’
‘No,’ the man said, ‘but I do know what she has been doing, I have seen her going into many houses around the city, I know she is a terrible woman.’
A man spoke up in the crowd, ‘Yes, but she has been visiting us when we have been sick, or ill. When we have been hungry she has brought us bread, when we have been in grief she has brought us flowers from her garden. Her heart is warm and we are very grateful to her. Please do not offend her so.’
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