The Other Cheek

13 Sep

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The Other Cheek

by Miro

 

They get upset because they have

Been jerked around too long

They lose their cool and temper and

Complain about what’s wrong

 

And others trying to help them

Stand up for them as well

They say “Well, they’ve been through a lot

For them it’s been pure hell!”

 

And so the cycle of anger

Perpetuates itself

It spreads, gets justified and only

Erodes all our health

 

Then a Warrior steps up

And says “Enough of this”

“All which makes you so irate?

You will let go! Dismiss!”

 

The angry legions still hold on

They think they’re hurt so bad

They think they’re justified in being

Frustrated and mad

 

But Warrior again speaks up

And reminds of a man

Who said to turn the other cheek

Was the most divine plan

 

This man, this Warrior, this son

Of God said if you’re slapped

You are not justified at all

If your rear-end gets chapped

 

He said you should not get upset

Instead, you should invite

Another slap and accept it

With grace and peace and light

 

The good Lord said to turn your cheek

So please explain to me

How getting angry and upset

To an irate degree

 

Is the allowed response whenever

Something is so bleak?

We cry “No more!” when God’s own son

Said, “Here’s the other cheek”

Let’s Roll

11 Sep

“Are you guys ready? Okay, let’s roll!”  ~Todd Beamer, Warrior aboard United Airlines Flight 93


Let’s Roll

It’s been some years since terrorists
Hijacked the planes and crashed
Two of them into buildings
And left our spirits dashed

I’m not going to focus there
The news is sure to dwell
On the sorrow and heartache
Of that pure living hell

Instead I want to talk about
A Warrior that day
Named Todd Beamer who kept his cool
Amid all the dismay

A husband and a father of
Two boys, David and Drew
And Morgan Kay, the little girl
That Beamer never knew

On 9-11, Todd was on
United 93
The fourth plane that was taken by
The terroristic spree

He made a call on his cell phone
And somehow he got through
To someone and informed them of
What he was going to do

He spoke with Lisa Jefferson
Recited the Lord’s Prayer
And then spoke of Psalm 23
To make us all aware

That he was not afraid to die
His faith gave him the strength
And the courage to fight back
To go to any length

To walk through the valley of death
To endure through its shadow
To let go of the fear of what
Awaited him below

He rallied other passengers
To stand up and reclaim
The aircraft from the terrorists
When he did exclaim:

“Are you guys ready?” he asked them
And then he said “Let’s roll”
Leading them up to the cabin
To rush the console

I wonder how many there were
Just paralyzed with fear
Who stayed there in their seats and wished
That they could disappear

Beamer and the ones who rushed
The cabin showed to me
That every single one of us
In life is a trainee

They showed that we do not rise to
What expectations are
Instead we fall to level of
All our training so far

The ones who stood up with courage
Were Warriors before
They set foot on that plane that day
And it took off to soar

They didn’t have a sudden transformation
And become
Heroes, the reason that they
Did not to fear succumb

Is simply ‘cause they didn’t fall
To fear before that day
They dealt with problems with courage
Which is the Warrior’s Way

They trained to deal with turmoil
And that’s why Todd kept calm
We’re told that he sounded at peace
As he recited Pslam

Every single thing you do
In your life greatly matters
It decides if your resolve
Will hold or if it shatters

We must remember not just that
He was a hero there
We should recall what made him that
What gave him strength to bare

It should inspire all of us
To try harder, to train
To bring along that courage as
We set foot on that plane

Todd’s words inspired soldiers who
Were sent to fight the foe
“Let’s roll” became their battle cry
To let the rivals know

That they had trained to have courage
They trained their strength and calm
They’ll keep their cool with whizzing bullets
Or a ticking bomb

Do not dwell just on the death
And two buildings destroyed
Although so tragic, this story
Of hope is not devoid

Focus on the hero who
Stood up to take control
The courage to fear no evil
And calmly said “Let’s roll”

      for Todd Beamer and the heroes
                             of United Airlines Flight 93

The Warryor

3 Sep

Inspired by William Blake’s “The Tyger

warryor

The Warryor

Warryor! Warryor! burning bright
In the concrete jungle’s night
What immortal eye or hand
Made normals fall while you still stand?

In what distant skies or deeps
Burnt the fire which still keeps
Thee moving forward while those less
Crawl and cry and beg He bless?

What Creator could make both?
One for wither, one for growth
How could He create one scared
While other’s teeth are always bared?

What the feather? What the sword?
Where was all thy courage stored?
How did He who made such mice
Make such a fearless device?

When the stars threw down their pain
And failed to make thee go insane
Did He smile to see His art?
Do His cowards now break His heart?

Warryor! Warryor! burning bright
In the concrete jungle’s night
What immortal eye or hand
Now dare bless thee or give command?

Awareness

26 Aug

reality-quote

Proportion

23 Aug

_Wisdom_tends_to_grow_in_proportion_to_one_s_awareness_of_one_s_ignorance._Anthony_de_Mello

Who’s In Control?

16 Aug

Who’s In Control?

“God is in control!” they say
With that, I disagree
‘Cause fear and selfishness and hate
Is mostly what I see

“God is in control!” they say
But still babies are dying
Honourable people suffer
Sweet mothers are crying

“God is in control!” they say
With eyes closed and hands clasped
“I AM IN CONTROL” I say
My meaning’s seldom grasped

It’s misinterpreted to mean
That I am not humble
Very few can translate that
It means “I WILL NOT CRUMBLE”

God may be in control of
Matters out of my hands
The creator I’m sure has many
Cosmic-wide demands

But dealing with each drama that
Each person comes across
Is definitely no concern
Of the all-knowing boss

I AM IN CONTROL when something
Threatens how I feel
I do not turn to God to pray
Warriors do not kneel

I AM IN CONTROL when strife
And loss and grief emerge
I confront, embrace, attack
Obliterate and purge

I AM IN CONTROL because
God made me to be so
God did not create a slave race
To just wallow in woe

God gave us each the potential
To have ultimate trust
Within ourselves and our instincts
I so will never thrust

My problems onto God and say
“Please deal with all this shit”
‘Cause I AM IN CONTROL and I
Was made to never quit

Charlie Mike

12 Aug

 

 

 

Charlie Mike

Charlie Mike

There will be times in life when you
Feel that you’re overwhelmed
You’ve suffered too much loss and feel
The wheel cannot be helmed

It starts to rain and won’t ease up
It just proceeds to pour
It’s in those times you should recall
The words of our brave Corps

“Charlie Mike” is what troops say
When plans all go to shit
They do not abort their mission
Instead, they deal with it

“Charlie Mike” from the NATO
Phonetic Alphabet
The letters “C” and “M” declare
It isn’t over yet

It means “CONTINUE MISSION”
And it has carried me through
Times of loss and sorrow when
I knew not what to do

When I could not devise a plan
In face of all the strife
“Charlie Mike’s” the one plan that
Helped me go on with life

When your mind is elsewhere and
You’re too focused on grief
“Charlie Mike” will move your legs
And help turn a new leaf

Regardless of your losses
Even if they’re catastrophic
Keep it simple instead of
Being so philosophic

Take note from our warriors
Adorned in camouflage
“Charlie Mike” no matter how
Persistent the barrage

                            ~Miro

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