Her first track was not mixed well at all.
Her first show was terrible, she failed to hit the high notes.
She had a thing for old long dresses.
At show time at the Apollo, she got booed off stage.
As she grew older, her voice got stronger.
When called to sing her own songs, she finally scored a hit.
Even when singing Christmas classics, the simple message is that she just loved to sing.
The End.
Hearing the cries for Holy war, Caesar summoned his priest.
“So what took place after the great flood? What happened to cause all of this madness and bloodshed?” Caesar asked his priest.
“Noah’s offspring grew like large trees, but their relationships to their kin were like doves and ravens. Some, like oil and water. Shem, Ham, & Japheth’s tribes all grew to create separate nations fighting for the lord’s blessings. Like the moon in the night sky, just like Abraham, they search for their father’s star. As they grow old they carry canes like Moses seeing visions from God like the prophets that they follow. We are all a part of Abraham. God’s chosen species. He has blessed us. Holy he is, Sir.” Darius explained.
“So what will become of Christmas?” Caesar replied.
“Some tribes will celebrate it and some tribes won’t. Sir.” Darius said, handing Caesar his robe.
“I have a suggestion. If we all our the offspring of Noah, then let’s all celebrate the story of Christ as a family together. Are we all not family searching for God’s blessings?” Caesar said.
“Sir, many do not take the time to know who we all are. Some of us do not read. Some of us our bitter and many of us have forgotten, including you. The other tribes are calling for war. What do you want our Armies to do, Sir?” Darius asked, eager for a response.
“Caesar took a hard look at the large moon hovering above his castle. If we are all the offspring of Abraham and Christ is our brother, then we will not fight, we will celebrate his legacy. What was his story?” Caesar continued on taking a seat on his bed waiting for Darius to reply.
“He was born of a virgin who said she was visited by angels that told her that her child would save the world from their sins. Emanuel, God in the flesh. Merciful enough to walk with his creation. Sir.”
“Darius, if that same moon shined for Abraham, then I must say that it shines for all of us. Was this child religious?” Caesar asked.
“Yes, he prayed, he fasted, and he even was tempted,” Darius said.
“What day was he born?” Caesar asked.
“We don’t really know. Sir.” Darius replied.
“So we remember a child who made the world better and suffered so that we shall live and we gave him a holiday. Hm…If we are all his children and God came down to die for us, then we will celebrate and give him the greatest gift of all. We will give him peace. Tell the Army to stand down. God is in all of us. Today, instead of dying, we will live for him.”
Merry Christmas
Abraham’s Moon
In this piece, a man finds life in children.
He realizes that the greatest gift that he has to offer to them around the holidays is to show them a path away from war. A life that he sees on a screen broadcasting people suffering that he cannot save. Or can he?
Sitting on a roof at night to marvel at the moon he listens to them play from afar,
He chuckles, and calls them, Moon Kids,
Here are his thoughts:
In them, I see a part of me.
A man afraid to fail as a child.
A man always trying to be perfect as a student.
A man who never realized his full potential at their age.
A man who never felt good enough in the arena of life as they often do.
A man in constant wonder about the moon.
A man sitting in a room with a Santa hat on searching for his sainthood.
I am a human being who too sins only to find myself too lost in a world of lies and unfortunate probabilities.
My conscience draws me to the story about a child born in a manger.
Fascinated in an awe of perception, I can believe and read this amazing story from so many angles.
Staring at the moon, realizing that my dream is far beyond the universal laws, yet, the message is always in front of me.
Even when I’m wrong, I must try to do right.
Even when I’m bad, I must try to do good.
For the reasons why we’re all dealt an uneven hand, we do not know, but the odds come with risk of our will to believe in miracles.
Who has the faith to take this risk?
Angels hovering around us speaking to our inner soul like planets orbiting in outer space.
Like the moon around earth, I guess we do have a purpose.
Yet, my answers to every question are far beyond space. There truly is no cure for the common will to seek love.
A physicist might say that a man’s passion has something to do with astrology or the stars.
Drowning in a sea of sorrow from the woes in life, filled with imperfections, the moon kids make me feel alive.
In them, I see a part of me. They’re human.
In them, I see my failures.
In them, I see my successes.
In them, I see my smile.
Flying high in the sky in a red and white hat with a red nose reindeer, I traveled all the way to the moon just to give the moon kids a home.
I worked to the bone, just so the moon kids would not be out on the street.
Even if it were never enough, I gave these kids everything just so they could grow up believing in a better world with a moon not just filled with glowing space dust, but a moon bursting with dreams.
On Christmas Day, spilling out toys from my red bag, I kindly told them the story of Christ.
Some asked for books, some asked for toys, and some just needed love.
In the distance, I saw some of them suffering from the wrath of war, so with the little I had left, in these brief moments, knowing too that I must leave this earth one day, I gave them peace.
In hopes that they would never forget what it feels like.
One of them smiled back at me and that was good enough.
The ones on earth who didn’t make it to the moon with me and had to suffer in the wrath of war, I soon found out that they were the angels on the other side leading me to spread the message about peace on Earth.
That’s all they really ever wanted, as a matter of fact, that’s all they really ever needed.
Moon Kids
