It provides.
It shines.
It does the impossible everyday for free.
What a friendly force, mixed with the elements it’s like God speaking life into the world everyday.
I can feel its rays of light when I too need to shine.
I can feel its aura bonding with mine.
We’re one.
When I need shade, it gives me a tree or a cloud.
When I need love, it shines through the people around me.
In a cruel world I’ve found a friend.
The Friendly Sun 🌞
Everyday it rises, it’s the sun.
It gives light to the world and the earth spins to keep us cool at night.
The sun keeps us warm and the clouds shield us from its strong rays.
During the summer solstice, the day is long and the sun shines bright.
I have a good feeling about what the sun can do because without it nothing would exist.
A robot on Mars would have no energy,
the flowers that bloom would not exist,
and most of all, there would be no summertime.
June 19th is amongst us, so I’m going to tell a racial story today. I have to admit that I’ve witnessed some pretty odd things in my lifetime. I recall brutal stories from the past. I recall reading about the racial hurdles that still seem very high. Sadly, I don’t know where we’re headed, but I do remember Pastor Royalty. I met him in my first marriage, he was my Pastor for quite sometime, great person, a white man who gave his time to everyone. Every Sunday, there he was preaching the good news. I mean every week the world had to be coming to an end and there he was talking about God. Watching his daughter suffer through a bad marriage and the sad truth that racism still haunts both ethnicities the guy kept preaching. I would visit him often, and he would always let me in. I would donate to his church and even got to know his kids. Mixed church, white pastor. I learned a lot from this experience. People even started persecuting me under the radar for becoming a member. I attended this church every Sunday for two years faithfully. I had white friends and black friends, all the while comprehending the suppressed thoughts of a brutal past that people held inside. When I got divorced I kept attending, but it wasn’t the same, I had taken the biggest gut punch of my life. I’d found myself alone in my own mind left with no wife, no friends, and little family. Pastor Royalty called me his friend and when I moved on from village to village I began to comprehend the reality of a country rooted in an ideology that is just too hard to let go. Waking up in the ghettos of America I’ve learned a lot about life and once I found a library I learned even more. The beauty of it all is that I’ve learned, and the past has shown me a world filled with lost people, some sitting on high mountains, some brutally beaten, some whipped and chained, some being sold by their own country, and some even feeling superior to others, but there is nothing more eye opening than watching a person die, never getting to undo the harm that they unleashed upon innocent people. This June 19th, I think that just like anything in life’s experiences that it may be wise to comprehend that the world is filled with knowledge and cultures, I’ll learn from my own decisions and read a book about history so that what ever happened before doesn’t happen again. Slavery is a condition that we all suffer from because in the end, after the work is done and 400 or more years have passed, the stain of blood is very hard to wash away. That could be why a lot of us can’t let go. Standing on the edge of freedom, I’ve come to learn that because of miracles it’s better to not jump because a miracle proves one thing exists and that one thing is, “HOPE!”
Henry liked his women basic, his first girlfriend got complex and wanted the finer things in life so Henry dumped her.
Lisa sat in a room all day and collected a basic fixed income for just about her entire life. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she got on an elevator. She started spreading rumors that aliens made it.
Brian stayed in one spot for over 20 years and once everyone figured him out they gave him a mental disorder. He knew what everyone was going to do every day, some people thought he could see the future.
Old man Larry couldn’t figure out how they made the new razors so he used a blade.
Cindy lived out in the country and got her water from a well and while everyone in the city quarantined because of a fatal disease she didn’t know anything about it and kept drinking. She’s still alive by the way.
Johnny couldn’t figure out why his wife kept changing everything in the house around, when he lived by himself the bill stayed one price now it was getting out of his budget. Boy did they argue.
Peter was a man who loved all races and when his wife started putting spices in his food from another country he started eating fast food.
One country never fought a war, they stayed in the woods and watched the entire world fight it out over complex issues. They had no nukes, no technology, and didn’t even have a defense force. They survived in the end with one tactic, they kept it simple.
The phone rang today. It was my old job, they needed some help again. In the midst of realizing that the money was drying up and my traveling experience had run its course, I decided to answer the call.
This was a corporate call, oh, “they really must be desperate,” I thought. Grabbing my good walker I turned off the television, left the nursing home and took the bus to work. I just got word that Jordan had just scored 50 points at his youth basketball camp at the age of 61. If Jordan can do it, I can do it. I was just as good as these young bucks, I worked the phones, filed papers, and even took out the trash. I don’t know how many computers I smashed, but I was on a roll. Realizing that I was sweating, I noticed the 70 and over club running for president again and even breaking some laws. Old foreign leaders were even bringing back old school guerrilla warfare. I felt forever young, for some reason I couldn’t sit down, the fire was rekindled. If they can do it, I can do it. I even noticed Tyson was back in the ring so I kept lacing up the chucks.
Why retire when you can die living the American dream?
Autistic, ha ha ha! “No!”
That kid was brave.
I never had the courage to jump straight into a professional football game and run on the field naked.
What’s wild is the fact that he got a standing ovation.
What a wild world we live in.
What is a jail cell?
Who made the laws?
What does it mean to die by execution?
The state votes and the people sit and watch.
Open your eyes and pay close attention to who is sitting in the chair.
He or she is sentenced to death.
Me personally, I turn away, I see a part of my own life in that chair.
Drugged and drunk family members left in the ghettos to rot away.
Athletic and fame dreams of being idols.
A cheating unhinged ex-wife.
Friends laughing at my every mistake that I’ve made.
Women screaming at me like I’m inferior.
A lonely man overtaken by grief.
He was found guilty for carrying out some of the harshest crimes a human being could think of.
He took the law into his own hands and everyone stood idle to watch.
His mother was known as the queen of death in the ghettos of America because she aborted every child except him.
He was found guilty and sentenced to death.
I learned a valuable lesson while watching tears fall down his daughter’s face on my way out.
“Was my dad a bad person?” She asked me.
I looked her in the eyes and kindly said, “No one is born bad, we’re all just searching for unconditional love and when we don’t get it, some of us do crazy things for attention. Hug a friend today, work hard, and fill your soul with God’s mercy.”
For some reason that girl hugged me and would not stop crying. I later found out that she opened up a ministry in memory of her father after he was executed.
Something clicked in this young woman’s mind. I think she’d seen it all and after her father’s death she was not afraid of anything. She opened up her gateway to love homes in the hardest neighborhoods in the world. She’d become fearless. She had three kids, and held a job at a local burger shop and led grown men out of the same fate as her father. Whenever I saw her she was at a library reading a book. I was so moved by her courage that I retired early and took everything I owned and gave it to her. I donated my house and a building that I’d owned down the road and slept in the basement helping her.
One man’s execution changed the world all because his daughter refused to see it happen to someone else’s little girl.
We were all witnesses.
The Executioner
