A Missile Fired, Sir Paul Reflects

August 30, 2017 at 3:30 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, News, Religion, Short Story, Vampire novel) (short story)

Sir Paul sat in his hotel room and watched the television showing the North Korean missile launch over Japan.

It seemed the world was getting to be a more and more dangerous place all the time.

All over the world it seemed to be a summer of violence, hatred and terror.

Sir Paul picked up his guitar and played a song he hadn’t played in a long time.

A song he had written so many years ago.

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be

And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be

And when the broken-hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be

For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Yeah, there will be an answer
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be

And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow
Let it be

I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be
There will be an answer
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be
There will be an answer
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be

His critics often wondered what that song meant.

He wondered often what that song meant.

He had dreamed about his own mother Mary (who died of cancer when he was 14) coming to him in dreams when he was going through a rough time recording a particular album.

Others thought that the Mother Mary referred to in the poem was the mother of Jesus.

But, Sir Paul reflected, it was possible for a song or any work of art for that matter to have more than one meaning, even a meaning that the original artist hadn’t foreseen when he/she created his/her work.

Sir Paul looked at the North Korean missile flying over Japan.

He saw the terrified faces of people in the streets looking up.

Then he looked at the painting over one of the chairs in his hotel room- a painting he had just noted for the first time.

This is what he saw.

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me…

-A short story
written by Christopher
August 30th 2017.