Who gets all our love and glory?

 

 

“Don’t enjoy yourself too much over the weekend,” Glenn told a co-worker. “Or you’re not gonna want to come back on Monday…”

Glenn Longo complained to himself that his weekends were never great, so, there’d be no threat of him not wanting to return to work on Mondays. Things were very bad – and very sad – in his life. Just about every day he had some kind of physical pain. His aging parents and their problems made him depressed. He had bills he had difficulty paying. He was working odd hours for little pay, like overnights. One of the only good things in his life was the steer farm on which he worked, where the owners, Yahway Von Heimburg, Joshua Davis, and Shou Yu Wing, were the only reliable providers for Glenn, with inexpensive housing, health care, and counselling. It was arranged that nothing could come between Glenn and them. Glenn had to go to them for everything. And he rebelled.

“Glenn!” his boss, Shou Yu Wing, called to him, “come with me.” Glenn immediately followed. He knew it was always in his best interest to obey.

Outside, they hopped on their electric motorcycles and silently road to the east side of the farm. They rode past trees with yellow leaves. It was October, and Glenn was listening to “September Of My Years”, by Frank Sinatra. He had been listening to Led Zeppelin less and less, and listening to his father and mother’s music, lately. He had earphones on; they didn’t wear helmets on the property.  Soon, they stopped at the edge of an eastern field.

“In the beginning, Yahway created the farm,” Shou Yu said. “But Denmar Potpota deceived the first woman, here. And the enemy’s people are deceiving our women, today. Joshua sacrificed his life for you – twice.”

Glenn appreciated the good food and the way things were done on the farm. They used no growth hormones, pesticides, herbicides, etc.; it was organic. The food was more expensive, but it was worth it. Rival Denmar Potpota’s people ate junky food, loaded with chemicals. The food tasted good, and it was cheap. But it was one of the reasons most of his men were sterile; and one of the many things the women refused to discuss with anyone. This dysfunctional melting pot was a recipe for disaster. (No pun intended.) But Denmar Potpota was responsible for deceiving his people, because he wanted all of the love and the glory that Yahway received.

Shou Yu looked into the woods for a while, so, Glenn looked, too. Then, there was a screeching noise. Glenn looked around, then, above. It was a private jet. He hated the sound of the jets; it made him feel like they were going somewhere (usually at his expense) and he wasn’t. All they needed was a train to roll by, and that would make him feel even worse (because he thought he would miss it). Shou Yu knew how Glenn felt, and felt sorry for him. But he knew that good times were just around the corner. He looked down, from the sky to the forest. “In there,” he told Glenn, “is the ship. And Joshua’s in it. He’s the Captain. It can go faster than the speed of light. And it’s huge, to move many people.”

Glenn looked into the woods for the ship, but didn’t see it.

“Don’t worry about flying,” Shou Yu assured him. “But currently, you are a pilgrim on a narrow road. You will have to go through a lot of testing. But, this world is not your home. We won’t take you only halfway…”

Then, the spaceship lifted up, over the forest, as if to encourage Glenn to see and believe. And in a few seconds, it went back down, and disappeared into the forest.

“That’s Joshua, showing the spaceship, to remind me,” Glenn thought. “The way to get out of here…”

Shou Yu left, on good terms, and Glenn thought, “They forgave me for being a traitor.” Being forgiven for his complaining made him very happy.

 

Almost all is a fraud
in our world today
‘Cause we get what is wrong
when we want our way

Just like
we want cars
but not Moms
Not what lasts
like our Dads

LORD, forgive us
we don’t want you
but what you can give us

Bums like
we want missions
but not sisters
All want lovers
but not brothers

You’re the Sun who wins the runner’s prize
and the Dove who flew across the skies
You’re the Lamb who came as a friend to seek
and the Lion who judges enemies

Junk like
we want news
but not truth
We want love
but not blood

We’re lost
when frauds

It’s all you
And always been, too

The humbled ones are the lucky ones                                                                            and the proud are out of luck