The Price of a Soul ©
By
Michael Casey
I read something in the paper and it
should have shocked me, but it did not. In USA a company is chasing debt, after the person has died. So the debt does
not die with the person, it is Immortal, whatever the belief system of the
person involved. Which goes to prove, never act as Guarantor, because even
though Death and Taxes cannot be avoided, though some try to avoid the latter.
You can be caught up in your friend’s debt, even though they are dead, so you
become part of their Immortality, the immorality of chasing debt from the dead,
thus killing the afterlife, the here and now life of the living. But maybe I am
old fashioned.
So this got me thinking, and for those of
you who bother to vote in USA, I hope you bother to vote because it seems
everything has a Price, but the Value of some things has been lost. A smile
from your mother, what price is that, priceless, I’m thinking of my own mother
now. Even if she said she’d hit me with the wet mop if I stood on her clean
kitchen floor. A hug from Grannie, as she slips 10 dollars into your pocket and
winks at you. If you visits her grave you will always but always think of her
and her Love for you.
When your dad spanked you when you
deserved it, you really hated him, but later you realized that climbing the
power lines was not a very good idea. So when later you became a power engineer
your dad just laughed, and you laughed too over a few beers. But when your crew
made one tiny tiny safety error you’d say you’d bring your dad to beat them.
You said your dad was 6feet 6 and 300 pounds. They believed you as you were so
large yourself. Years later they finally met dad, and he was 5feet 2, but his
Love made you a Giant amongst men.
The
love makes you big, not your actual
size. As for your crew they were the best of the best, and all recruits were
told that your dad would beat your bare arse if you did not comply to all the safety
standards. And when finally the new recruit qualified, the look of relief he
had on his face when your dad was not as big as the Rock. And so your dad’s
memory and safety sense lived on through all your crews. Can you put a price on
that?
The janitor who cleans through the night
and leaves a few flowers every day in Reception, he does this himself,
everybody thinks it is the company but it’s him. It’s only when he retires that
everybody realised that without him the company would not be as nice as it is.
His brother was an undertaker and that’s where the flowers came from, though
nobody ever knew. Until 20 years later when everybody, but everybody came to
his funeral they recognised the flowers.
You all smiled, but nobody said a word, but you all looked skywards and said
thanks Joe. Now what price is there on this?
The crossings lady, the cop, the orderly
in the hospital, the porter taking people to their operations. All these people
and many many more have great value, great worth. Maybe even a fat silver
haired writer in shades, from Birmingham, the one in Engand, maybe me maybe you
whatever you do. We are all part of life’s rich tapestry, we are all a piece of
the jigsaw. If you know your Bible the piece about the value of each part of
the body springs to mind. Without all the pieces then we are not whole, a
fabulous sports car is going nowhere without a steering wheel, or keys in the
ignition. So what price do we put on a Soul? Is everything marked and barcoded,
because the barcode is high or the sticker price is high then the Value is
high?
A mother’s Love, a friend’s support, a
cheerleader’s shouts, a band’s music, the smell of apple pie, or Irish stew,
all of these and many many more are our Soul. Would you put a price on any of
them? Is it a yard sale of the heart? A car boot sale, a wrecker’s sale, a bankruptcy
sale. If all we do is sell our soul for the short term profit, then we are
prostituting ourselves, our hopes, our futures. Yes we may make a killing, in money
terms, until the stock market goes off the cliff edge.
Life and Love has many beats and tempos,
but if you overwind the clock it breaks,
or goes too fast and chimes at the wrong time. So all I am saying is that
somethings are eternal, and if a company or a society is just chasing the buck
even into Eternity then the here and now is lost. And the colour of life is
lost, life’s rich tapestry fades to black, the black of printed money, as the
colours of life are slowly strangled. Chose love, chose life, and make it your “wife”
, for love is a many splendored thing.
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