Tag Archives: Christ

The Mile

15 Feb

The Mile

It’s written in the Holy Book
In Matthew passage five
And forty-one, the lesson of
How far we all should strive

“If someone asks to walk a mile,”
Jesus once declared
“Walk that mile, and then another”
The Messiah dared

Now I don’t care if you believe
If He was Son of God
Or if you think religion is
Just one giant facade

It doesn’t matter if you’re Muslim
Shaman or a Jew
Buddist, Hindu, Taoist
Or Shinto tried and true

Wiccan, Sikh, Confucionist
Or Scientologist
Maybe you’re just Spiritual
Or just plain Atheist

Regardless of the name you call
The faith you choose to follow
No one can deny when words
Are wise instead of hollow

When someone says that you should do
Much more than what’s expected
That you should give them twice what’s asked
That man should be respected

‘Cause that advice comes from the heart
The goal is altruism
To only think about one’s self
Will only lead to schism

But when you serve and go the extra
Mile that’s requested
It shows you to be genuine
And how much you’ve invested

In making sure that people know
You’re not just there to do
You’re there because you really care
And know to follow through

Requires more than what is asked
Because people are shy
Or don’t want to impose too much
Or don’t want to imply

That they need a helping hand
Perhaps they are too proud
And when they ask, they feel as if
They’re humbled and have bowed

Regardless of the reasons for
The help that is required
It’s the words of Jesus Christ
That have left me inspired

I’ll walk the extra mile with
The one who needs my aid
And if that path goes through a river
Then walk shall turn to wade

Help should never be halfhearted
Please don’t just “show up”
To paraphrase another verse
“Run over their cup”

‘Cause kindness and philanthropy
Are known to be worthwhile
But the only way to spread them is to
Walk the extra mile

                                        ~Miro

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Join the Flock!

31 Jan

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Join the Flock!

“Join the flock!” the Christians plead, “we love you and do care!”
“Join our little clique and join in worship and in prayer!”
Friends and family have all offered this kind invite
They all seem driven to recruit more ranks to what is “right”

No thank you, I’ve been in the club and know what is involved
I do recall how not one challenge under Christ was solved
I do recall the fear, the dread, the stress, the angst, the pain
Both in myself as well as others with Christ on the brain

For many years I have now walked the path of Warriors
Believe or don’t, I know MY truth: no worry now occurs
No stress lingers upon my brain when desire’s unmet
No dread befalls when “problems” come, I don’t “have to,” I “get”

I get to face my challenges with vigor and resolve
I get to conquer fires which don’t burn me, they evolve
I get to rely on my will, my strength, my courage, daring
No longer do I wait on Christ’s deaf ears, waiting and staring

No longer do I leave things in “God’s hands” like some weak whelp
No longer do I look past my own mighty hand for help
And no more do I tolerate the invite of Christ’s sheep
Who try to “save” this Warrior while they all stress and weep

Who offer keys to God’s kingdom while fretting over bills
Who claim to know the “right way” but are fat from their weak wills
Who worry what the future holds despite the Bible’s chimes
To FEAR NOT as per God three hundred and sixty-five times

Thanks, but no thanks, not my style, and some day you will see
That deity you praise and worship’s a Warrior like me
You’ve been polluted by your ego’s desire to “win”
Rather than choose empathy, you fear and call things “sin”

You get upset in name of God and claim you’re beckoned to
You have the ignorance to claim each Muslim, Hindu, Jew
Will “burn in hell” simply because they do not wear a cross
How misguided to think that fashion sense will prevent loss

How misguided to think that sitting in a pew each week
And listening but not FEELING the words will stop the bleak
How simple minded and obtuse to offer this invite
While crying, “Only human!” while you fear through every plight

Just as Alexander sliced through the Gordian knot
This Warrior does slice through that invite to fear and fraught
Laughable, that invite is, and it just goes to show
That misery loves company and I’ve had enough woe

I do not offer an invite to walk the Warrior’s path
Because I know they can’t withstand their own iron will’s wrath
So pray and beg and fear on but don’t save a spot for me
I once was lost and blinded to my OWN strength, now I see

No heaven’s needed, and no flock, no shepherd, no salvation
By weak-willed hypocrites who waste the present on frustration
A Warrior is just fine on their own without such tripe
Kneeling down with both hands clasped? No thanks, I’m not the type

                                                               ~Miro

Jesus Wasn’t Fat

30 Jun

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Jesus Wasn’t Fat

“Fat,” a word that hurts feelings of those with no control
It feels like an attack when said by some skinny bean pole
Even worse when spoken by someone with muscled frame
A word that causes much self-doubt, embarrassment and shame

When heavy folks hear “fat,” most don’t look closer at the speaker
And see the stretch marks that reveal at one time, they were weaker
The ego stings and covers ears and doesn’t want to hear
Life advice from those who sweat the fat off of their rear

I was fat when I was young and never do I hide
The reason why my girth was large, my frankness exceeds pride
I was obese because I lacked control over myself
Overweight because I was oblivious to health

Asleep and unaware to the effects that poor health brings
The lack of energy and focus all ‘cause ego stings
I got over myself and focused on those who were svelte
Warriors who took the punishment that life had dealt

Lean and mean with hard muscle, wiry and flexible
Quick as cats and sly as foxes, intense as a bull
Many men and women that I did admire had
A sharp and focused mind because their brain matter was clad

In toned muscle and working in harmony with the soul
Apostle Paul said how fitness is a spiritual goal:
“Your body is a temple,” from book of Corinthians
Incredible how followers of Christ speak against sins

Like tattoos, piercings, drugs and homosexuality
Yet spilling out over their belt is their hefty decree
That their body is not a temple, just an endless pit
They eat and eat and eat but do not sweat and show true grit

One of the Warriors I studied to inspire me
Was son of God himself, Jesus, the lamb who died for thee
Though we have no photographs or selfies of the Savior
An image can be formed through His teachings and His behavior

And many artists have rendered an idea of His form:
Lean and slender, fit and steady, ready for the storm
No double chin or big belly, the King of Kings was trim
His physical condition wasn’t because of the gym

Jesus walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked
And walked and walked and walked and walked and then sometimes He talked
He didn’t sit in chairs all day, He used his legs to move
He knew HE was a temple that would every day improve

With self-control of His diet as well as exercise
He knew that clarity was in proportion to waist size
Somewhere down the road it did become rude, coarse and crude
To tell people they are too fat and need to eat less food

How did being overweight become acceptable
For those who follow one who stopped eating ‘fore He felt full?
How did it become distasteful to say, “Lose some weight”?
How did giving wise advice get skewed as spewing hate?

How did the excuses get accepted with no thought?
“I’ve got an injury, my back hurts and my knees are shot!”
“I’ve got a thyroid issue, I can’t help that I am fat!”
I have more reasons than most do so their stories fall flat

If I can remain thin and trim for over twenty years
Then I’m convinced you can as well if you’d just dry those tears
If you would stop feeling so hurt and instead, focus on
Moving what still works on you, you’d start to grow your brawn

If you would say, “No!” to yourself when those cravings arise
Be ADAMANT and STUBBORN then, like me, you would surmise
That being overweight is choice, it’s more calories swallowed
Than used, it’s inefficiency, a way of life not followed

It’s hoarding more than is needed, it’s lack of awareness
It’s being honest with yourself, not kind but full fairness
Many cannot handle all the truths behind the flab
It makes them sad so they reach for their food to soothe the stab

But truth is something that my King has taught me to not fear
The truth is something I embraced and to which still adhere
My inspiration was not fat and did inspire me
To treat my body as a temple which set my mind free

Despite the pain that courses through my body every day
I choose to move what still works well and that is why I weigh
The same each time I step upon the scale regardless of
What year it is, my temple is something I show much love

By getting blood to flow and by throwing sugar in trash
By eating fruits and vegetables and not wasting my cash
On candy, deep fried dreck and other junk that tastes so “yummy”
That adds nothing to your life other than a flabby tummy

Feelings hurt? That’s no surprise, the lard causes thin skin
But one in one hundred will choose to take it on the chin
They’ll hear the truth and do the work to own and renovate
Their temple and they’ll owe it to wisdom instead of hate

                                       ~Miro

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”

The King of Letting Go

20 Apr

“Easter says you can put truth in a grave, but it won’t stay there.”  ~Clarence W. Hall

The King of Letting Go

I am a humble servant of
The King of Letting Go
Every day I try to let
My Monarch’s teachings flow

This King did not possess riches
His life was about loss
My King did not sit on a throne
Instead He had a cross

He wore no fancy crown of gold
Adorned with studded jewels
Instead there was a crown of thorns
Placed on His head by fools

He walked away from His home town
From those who had raised Him
To cast His light in places that
Had grown shady and dim

He let go of the things He had
The things He did possess
He knew the key to happiness
Was knowing you need less

And when the only thing left was
His life, they took that too
He let it go as He explained
“They know not what they do”

I wonder why it’s so hard for
People to let it go
Everyday annoyances
That make our anger grow

But one thing we can’t seem to grasp
And hold on tightly to
Is the lesson this King taught
We just cannot construe

The thought that peace is in our grasp
If we let go, move on
Accept the things we cannot change
Accept what’s gone is gone

I am a humble servant of
The King of Letting Go
I will not be dragged down because
I will no longer tow

I will sever the lines that hold me
To anchoring weight
I will let go of my ego
My selfishness, my hate

Because my King has done the same
And asks no less of me
He’s taught us only when we let
It go can we be free

                                 ~Miro

No Friends of Mine

21 Dec

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No Friends of Mine

“All or nothing” isn’t a
Mentality I use
“Shades of grey” is what I see
Instead of “black/white” views

No one’s perfect, people lie
They get mad and spout off
In instances where tact is needed
Some will laugh or scoff

It doesn’t make them bad people
I try to keep in mind
That there is also good in them
If I venture to find

But one thing I am adamant
About is Jesus Christ
My absolute demand for awe
And respect is high priced

Even for the ones who don’t
Believe He is divine
I still expect them to see how
In darkness He does shine

Even if they are themselves
An “all or nothing” type
That disregards the whole Bible
As made-up lies and tripe

I still expect them to see how
This long-haired, bearded Jew
Showed only grace and patience at
Everything haters threw

To mock a man who challenged all
To show love, courage, grace
Selflessness and empathy
In this cynical place

Shows me how that person does not
Think anything’s revered
They act as spoilers who try
To ruin all that’s cheered

Haters who see others who
Draw inspiration from
A shining light that says, “Let go”
They scoff and crack, “How dumb!”

I love my friends with all my heart
But those who mock my King
Reveal an ugly side to them
At grace, they simply fling

Disrespect and ignorance
While claiming, “He starts wars!”
But here’s a little, simple fact
The accuser ignores:

They’ve never met a single person
Who killed in the name
Of Jesus Christ or the Bible
Yet ALL must take the blame

The grace and courage is ignored
The patience for their hate
The tolerance that’s shown when most
Would rather be irate

To be a Warrior means to
Do things that are quite tough
And so to those who slag Jesus
Sadly I must rebuff

Because they are no friends of mine
They might as well insult
My mother or my wife or niece
It’s all the same result

They’re innocent and did nothing
To draw such scornful wrath
Same as Jesus Christ, so we
Must walk a different path

Goodbye, so long, it’s been a blast
Perhaps we’ll meet again
Hopefully you’ve gained respect
And empathy by then

                         ~Miro

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One Christmas

18 Dec

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