The other side of town

in #powerhousecreatives6 years ago

I thought I'd write about the other side of town for a change...

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Over in the other side of town the fire brigade were dashing this way and that trying to put out all the fires the terrorists were starting with their hate that came from knowing that the god was dead to them and wouldn’t be coming back to save them, and all their prayers were useless in the face of this.

So with their fear filled terror and hate they looked to their enemy’s religion and became jealous that their enemy’s god was so inviolate and still living in an untouchable tower in the sky.

The Buddhist’s football team were hoping the fall-out dust wouldn’t kill them all before the friendly on Saturday with Kundalini United and so were chanting for peace and praying for rain.

The referee who was a Hindu and came all the way from India was a secret Krishna worshipper and kept a knife in his pocket to peel apples with and never fainted if he could burp.

His idea of satisfaction was never more than a moment’s reprieve but everyone loved him all the same for his fairness that was taught to him by his father who was a hippie and came from England following an old promise of freedom until he met his wife who was a gypsy and never wore shoes except to their wedding.

His brother, who had his own religion handed down to him by his grandfather looked down on all this war-mongering and placed a bet on the fire brigade to come in first at three to one odds and sat back to watch it all on TV.

Never to be outdone by a moderate, the Norse gods of old woke up from their long sleep and sent down ninety days of rain on all the heathens so far below them. The rain put the fires out and allowed the football teams to indulge in mud wrestling that the Buddhists were really good at for some reason.

The fire brigade went on holiday and after they’d had a great time they came back home heroes of the revolution and were given a place of status among their peers.

The evil ones behind their closed doors planned another hate campaign using their mad bombers and were unavailable for comment but they did have politicians on stage for all to see who embodied all they stood for.

A lapsed heathen worm was writing a missive to a deity un-invented yet that was still in first draft that went something like a love song from god:

Surrender and let me in; let go of it all and I’ll be there for you where you most need me.

When you finally give yourself permission to rest and step out of your old ways and let go of the controls where you think too much and find yourself so lost, then I will find you.

For too long you have carried the burden of your separation through all the long hard nights of your awakening and now it is time to open in acceptance of what you know in your heart, that what you have long suspected is true, you are not alone.

Surrender your heart for it to be filled and I will fill it with love. Surrender your mind, that coalmine where you have laboured so hard in all the seams only to find yourself exhausted. Surrender your body; let it rest now from building the dreams of your future that carry you away from the song of your heart.

Surrender and come home where love can find you where you most long to be found.

In the face of this the fire brigade were most humble.

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Surrender and come home where love can find you where you most long to be found.

Love is all there is.

Never trust the fire brigade to put out your fires.

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I keep telling myself that, and have been for decades

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