It is the year 2013. Joshua looked like your average thirty three year old, but he was far from ordinary. Joshua had proclaimed about three years ago that he was the son of God, and that he was to teach others the word of God. He quickly found others willing to follow and spread his word. But society did not believe he spoke the truth, and was corrupting others with his lies. Joshua however did not let the others deter him from his beliefs, and his flock continued to grow.
His teachings and “miracles” that he could perform amazed his followers. The bond between Joshua and his followers grew stronger, and in turn society ostracised and victimised him further. Joshua only wanted to spread the word of God, and teach others how to live their lives so they could be with their Heavenly Father after death. He gave direction to those lost, hope to the forgotten and meaning to those ill.
But Joshua did not teach the “truth” that others had inferred upon society. Therefore society viewed him as a dangerous man, using cheap tricks and whimsical ideals to lure followers to his flock. His was not a religion, but a cult. A danger to the very fabric of the society we knew. There was only one solution … a public trial and defamation.
The media hosted his trial in a series of intolerant documentaries and obscure interviews with unidentified ex-followers. The claim that he believes himself to be the son of God mockingly repeated, just so we have no doubt of his ‘guilt’ and lack of credit. Holy leaders are interviewed with silent laughs that paints their faces, as they politely dismiss the ‘lies’ of Joshua and we nod willingly.
Joshua remains silent throughout his trial. The church and society find him guilty, and drag his beliefs through the dirt until those that follow are no more than blind sheep. Publicly humiliated before finally hung out to dry in front of the world to see his ‘lies’ and that they are right. It is the year 33AD.
I’ve seen the change in him. His very words
have taken flight like little wingèd birds.
I could not know that all the hurt he spewed
would be retracted, attitude so crude
subtracted. Who, I ask, am I to doubt
this change? Forgiveness on my lips, I shout
to all the hills and treetops: Thank You, God,
for changing stones upon the path I trod
into soft slippers. Now I walk the wood
and notice where that poison tree once stood.
Yes, what I thought would never change has changed.
I see the puzzle pieces rearranged.
And so I learn to never give up hope,
to look, to raise my eyes toward that far slope
where God unwrapped a present just for me.
I tell Him Thank You, don’t ask Can this be?
stars are falling all around us , read in the news there’s another wrecked school bus ….. I’m at sorts today . I think to much sometimes ….why is the world like this . My life has consisted of pain of some kind or another , why did I endure this rather than just give in and live a simple life .
Some days …..hmmmmm days like today I search for things I know I can’t find. I have no idea why these days exist ….I need to push by this feeling I’m having today….I’m writing this in hopes to find associations for some of my impulse’s or ways of thinking …..It’s hard someday’s to reach out to others, I hope people understand why I’m like this , not thinking I’m avoiding for some other reason.
The physical portion is getting worse for me , pain ….real pain either side effects from medication or just pain catching up to me from past injuries or aging pains . my abdominal cavity has gotten worse ..I may need to be admitted into the hospital for them to find it…..
It’s no secret , while I’m going through rehab and recovery I’m staying at my mom and dads . Growing up here was rather unsettling at times , and grand at others . An old story my dad would tell us was “Peg leg Wilson ” a made up tail about an old guy with a wooden leg . I wont lie , it scare the crap out of me and I think the other kids as well . We grew up in an old two-story house with plenty of noises on its own , without the manufacture of them . My younger brother and I shared a bedroom , it was the biggest bedroom in the house . It had a small closet in one of the corners that I was always scared of . When the lights went off the noises always began .
I have visited my mom and dad over the years many times and always felt a presence around me . This time visiting I am feeling this a little more , but i put it off due to my body healing . The other day I was wandering around the yard , Taking pictures of some flowers . I actually posted them on 20 lines under the heading of Sights of summer . Anyway , I walked into the garage and heard something , I listened a little closer , It was my name . Someone was calling my name in a weak whisper two or three times . I looked over towards the window of the garage and quickly took a picture . I couldn’t see anything so I blew it off to my imagination and returned inside . Today I looked at the picture , to my amazement there is someone in the window . Now I showed this to my mom ( it’s no one I know ) And she tells me it looks identical to a man who lived here before them . Here’s the thing that has my skin crawling …He died in this house the day I was born….
This is the presence following me….I know now I’m not crazy…..
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