The Dance of the Money Swans and other 100 word vignettes

Dead Faith

 

It is the custom of a town

To allow a mock priest

To dispense sacraments

And bless the poor

And pray for prosperity

So that God would look kindly on the town,

And when the real priest returns

He is expected to continue the good work.

The villagers ask the question; what good is it if the priest says he has faith but does not have works? Can his faith save us? A poor person is often told by the priest to go in peace, be warmed and be filled. But if faith does not have works, it is dead.

 

Wrong Signs of the Times

 

All kings are responsible

For good weather to ensure good harvesting

And should the weathers fail

The kings pay with their lives,

And over time

There were less and less kings

Until there were none

And then meteorologists took over.

When it is evening, the kings used to say ‘It will be fair weather, for the sky is red.’ And in the morning, ‘It will be stormy today, for the sky is red and threatening.’ They knew know how to interpret the appearance of the sky, but not interpret the signs of the times.

 

Blood on Bone

 

It was believed in an ancient city

That before misfortune befell it

The protector could sacrifice his only son

And doom will be prevented,

But one year a tornado came

And the son was sacrificed

And still they came one after another

And the city was totally destroyed. And in the aftermath the protector slashed his arms and he sprinkled his blood on the city’s ruins and all that lay on the ground. Indeed, under the city’s law almost everything could be purified with blood, for without the shedding of blood there is no telling of the misfortune.

 

The Dance of the Money Swans

 

At the stock exchange

Investors, so as to induce profit

Would mimic the red numbers

Fluctuating on the giant screen

By rising and falling

As if swans in Swan Lake

Prostrate on the floor for long periods

Or dancing in the air.

After a long day and as the investors were nearing their homes, their families and friends would come out from behind high fences in the suburbs to meet them. And they were singing and dancing, with tambourines, with songs of joy, and with musical instruments.

 

The Gab from the Cob

 

A stalk of sweet corn had grown in concrete

In the midst of a crowded city,

And people thronged around it

And they pondered its significance

Wondering why it grew there

When corn on the cob is found

Wrapped in plastic

At the supermarket.

And when the city people had gathered together almost trampling one another, the cob spoke, “Nothing is covered up that isn’t revealed, or hidden that isn’t known. Whatever is said in the dark shall be heard in the light, and what is whispered in private rooms shall be proclaimed in the supermarket aisles.”

 

A Good Rains a Gonna Fall

 

They’d had enough of long drought

In the Outback

And strung up a bearded man

Who walked in stubbies and thongs

Calling himself Adonis Messiah

Telling anyone who would listen

It will rain if they believed him,

And it did.

For this one speaks in a tongue which speaks of the mysteries of the weather. When he prophesies he speaks to the people for their encouragement and consolation. He can’t help but boost his standing when he speaks like this. And he who prophesies and speaks in tongues has mastery of both himself and the weather.

 

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