Going with the ebb’n flow

“It’s been a long time I shouldn’t have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Time’s up I’m sorry I kept you
Thinkin’ of this you keep repeatin’ you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you hear it pump up the volume
Dance wit the speaker ’till you hear it blow
Then plug in the headphone ’cause here it go
It’s a 4 letter word when it’s heard, it control
Your body to dance, you got it SOUL!” Eric B & Rakim

Yes, I know it’s been a while but sometimes you have to go from being the Mendee to the Mender and so I was off being the Mender to the Masses. I am a writer. In every sense of the word, I am a scribe. I have as many notebooks, journals, pens, and cute bags to carry them in as I do heartbeats. Yes, that is a slight exaggeration but you get my drift. I literally and physically write. Don’t get me wrong, I love my computer, Snooks and I get along great but I have a true, old fashioned love affair with pen and paper. While I was off Tending to the Mending, I was writing but life is so busy and hectic that you don’t always get the chance to sit down and share. Some days I write more than I speak and I would love to share all my notebooks with you but unfortunately there isn’t enough time in the day. I’m up tonight because I had to work late and so my internal clock is busted beyond repair and I know I’ll pay for this late night snack but I don’t have any missed meal cramps, so I’m pressing forward. It has been a long time and I do feel guilty for not having shared with you all the great lemonade I’ve been making so allow me to quench your thirst. I want to tell you about my relationship with God. Hold on, this is not one of those Bishop, Good Rev. Doctor type things. I’m not religious, whatever that means to you. I’m spiritual, Religion to me is Baptist, Catholic, Muslim, Jewish (take note people, Judaism is a religion, people who practice it are Jews, I have yet to see Jewish listed on any form or application where demographics is collected. People who practice Baptist-ism are… well let’s move on shall we.) My relationship status with God is… It’s complicated. Not on His part but on mine. See, I talk to God just like I’d talk to my earthly dad. I tell him jokes… when people say they FOUND You, where were you? At home, at Paul’s house or at the gym and did you have permission to be there? When I call and the line is busy I get upset and when I finally get Him, I ask Him what took You so long to answer, didn’t you see it was ME calling? I apologize when I’ve sinned. I yelled at someone today and I mean I gave them the business. I did apologize to the person, for yelling at them, what I said, needed to be said just not in the say I said it. I apologized to God because one should never let anger use them like that. I made no excuses, although I did do the plausible rational thing but in the end, I owned up to my behavior and asked for forgiveness. I was watching TV, something I don’t do very much of and the conversation was about finding a job. One character said finding a job is hard. He said finding a job is hard. He had to ask Jesus to lead him to the job of his dreams and when He (Jesus) did, he knew He (Jesus) was the guy that he wanted to keep going to to ask for things. Pause for audience laughter. Sooo, Jesus is the guy who can get things. Nice to know. Next character says he once asked Jesus for tickets to the Espys but he didn’t come through so he just watched it on his Plasma tv. Pause for audience laughter. Now let’s think about that for a minute. Jesus IS the guy you go to to ask for things, am I right? And when He “doesn’t come through” – read give us what we want – we feel some type of way about it but heaven forbid if you say out loud that you are mad, angry or upset with God. All I’m saying is that my behavior today wasn’t as it should be, people got on my nerves and there was no thought of loving thy neighbor, more like come mere and let me superglue and cement spackle your mouth shut to keep the ridiculousness from flying out. Hey, I’m honest and I think He appreciates my honesty. Almost every minute of the day, and I am NOT exaggerating, I pray and ask Him to help me when I’m in the presence of certain people. You know the kind who will make you forget yourself and before you know it someone in your family is getting a collect call from the city jail. My tolerance for ignorance that refuses to be enlightened, backstabbing, throwing under the bus, crab-barreling and any other in-humane action towards another is low to non-existent, and so I must confess my sins, ask for forgiveness and the strength to move beyond that shortcoming. I remember when I found God. I was madder than Ms. Sophia on the Color Purple. I asked him – where’ve you been? He said nothing, looked me up and down, did a Clint Eastwood character spit (He gave up the chew) and said How YOU doing? I laughed and said Touché Daddy. People need to lighten up about God. Some people talk about Him so much I think even He gets tired. Notice I said talk about Him not to Him, big difference. I talk to Him all day. People ask, who are you talking to, I say Jesus, you want me to tell Him you said hi? Even writing this, I asked Him if He had insomnia and He said, I guess so because you’re up talking to me. I felt bad to I told Him to go to bed and then He told me to go to bed, no you, no You, no You, no You. I think we all know who blinked first on that one. Goodnight Moon.

“I start to think and then I sink Into the paper like I was ink When I’m writing, I’m trapped in between the lines I escape when I finish the rhyme, I got SOUL” Eric B & Rakim

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