When the bombs start to fall, life changes in an instant.
No longer are we concerned with the everyday things that are all gone in an instant.
When the bombs start to fall we question life and its meaning. Not where we come from and not who we are. But for humanity, in an instant mourns lives gone by, no longer safe in our homes, no where to run to.
Not like in days gone by, there are no air raid shelters and often no warning. Just hunker down and pray for the nightmare to stop. We didn’t ask for this to happen, you and I; the ordinary person in the street. We have no stake in the game.
We are an afterthought of those who did the deed, what price do they put on humanity, and what lies will they tell. History will judge them and the times will not be free, of the innocence of children who died so that we may be free. Freedom is paid in the blood of innocence that was never, ever free. Only enslaved in the nightmare on earth that never takes a break.
Farewell to the innocent, the honest and the true. Their freedom; the battle cry destroys, the power hungry men that divide a nation and a world will be remembered longer than the cries of children in terror; and in tears calling for their mothers. Only a wretched silence prevails to calm the cries of children taken from this world. Tomorrow there is sadness, tomorrow there is pain, to shift the sorrow before the bombs return again.
How often must we repeat this before humanity gains its senses, that violence is not the answer, tis only a reminder of the darkness that lingers deep within the psyche that nature can’t erase. Not until the final call of heaven will this evil rage be tamed. To subjugate the souls was never in the game, until Satan sent his army down to scare us into doing his bidding to liven up the game. Only when his apostles finally are aroused to the calling of the righteous call will evil turn around and flee like a coward when the final call is sound. The dawning of the new life we must take it in our stride but never will we follow that blasted Satan’s pride.
I leave you now to think again about the meaning of humanity and leading a spiritual life. Not in the sermons nor in the chalice of life, but in the Holy Spirit that dwells within your wife. She is the saviour of the creator that values all that is dear. She knows the pain and suffering of all that she holds dear. She is the mother, she is the wife that gives you love and courage to get you through your life. So spare a thought for the woman that is always by your side, be she wife or mother she will stand by you for life.
Farewell to the bombs that cannot penetrate the love of a mother’s heart. A soul that bears the cross of losing her beloved to a war that has no cause, other than the monsters that make you die upon the cross.
Regardless of you culture or your creed, take the time to thank your mother for the care she gave you before you lose your life. I leave you now to ponder the meaning of your life, sadly too many will pay the dreadful price to Satan’s minions for taking up his cause, destroying humanity for all its sacred life. No more will we be cursed by this evil wretched creature when the light bursts through, and the victory of spirit finally takes its place to dwell within humanity it rightful resting place.
Go now and live in peace and show humanity what it means to be human beings and living truly in spiritually honest grace.
