And so the season begins again,
the frenetic behaviours claimed for God’s reign.
The weather has changed to a persistent chill,
fanned by the wind, and rivers the rains fill,
threatening to overflow and flood
homes and businesses with filthy mud.
Rain clouds blotting out the sun,
causing us to dash between the shops at a run.
Worrying about how to pay,
for the largesse wanted for just one day.
Black Friday is over for another year,
but did big business really care,
for the battling, pushing, chilly queues
of people spending money they could better use.
So we prepare to celebrate the birth
of a boy who grew to be of great worth.
But how do we recognise that gift of love
in each other, because a boy was sent from above?
The internet has facilitated contact by email,
more rapid than Her Majesty’s Royal Mail.
But do we make less meaningful signs,
to friends, acquaintances where before we wrote lines,
because we can send wishes with a single click,
salving our consciences with this electronic trick.
Would Jesus have railed at people neglect,
between friends and relatives and how we select
whom to send cards to through the post?
Are they the ones we love the most?
Should we perhaps follow his lead
and treat each other according to need.
To spread the love to all we know,
send messages of hope and even go
and visit folk, both friends and neighbours
without expecting the return of favours.
I fear the Christmas road we’ll travel
will again be of a commercial gravel,
and no feather-bed of gentle humanity
meeting at Christmas in holy community.
But let us at least try to remember the reason,
and enjoy the love of the Christmas season.
© David L Atkinson December 2015
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Steele has to travel back to Japan to justify recent behaviours that may have revealed his connection with the Gurentai. He is given a task to complete that finds him on the ill-fated Flight MH370 in Kuala Lumpur. Hours later he awakens in a cell in a place and country of which he has no knowledge.
Being the resourceful man he is, Steele manages to escape and travels north meeting up with his fiancée Naomi Kobayashi in Astana the capital of Kazakhstan.
Steele is naturally curious about the fate of the other 238 passengers from the plane which drives him onward to investigate further. He discovers that there are links between Russian organised crime and a Muslim group which stirs fears in his mind regarding the fate of MH370. This causes him to go to the Venice of the North, St Petersburg, where he finds the leader of the Russian mafia and a link with the Muslim pilots of the plane.
All does not go well however, and Steele and Kobayashi are captured by their mafia enemy and incarcerated in MH370 on the way to the target that Steele suspected all along – in London.
Can Steele extricate himself from this seemingly hopeless situation?
Has Steele convinced the Gurentai that he is trustworthy enough to deserve their support?
Will Steele manage to deflect the missile in which he is incarcerated from killing thousands in London?
This story is a speculative journey based upon the data and misinformation surrounding the loss of Malaysian Flight 370 in March 2014.
But in the spirit of poetry and Christmas.
The seasonal animal being prepared,
for the record breaking effort ahead,
with the joyful cargo hauled behind,
to spread happiness throughout human kind.
Largely gentle but quiet beasts,
requiring high energy, daily feasts,
they train 11 months of the year,
to become Santa’s reindeer.
© David L Atkinson December 2015