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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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You Know

16 Jul

You Know

“Tell me how to do it”
There are so many who ask
When they want help to overcome
Some scary, fearful task

To the people who have conquered
Lots of their own fears
The answers these trailblazers give
Is “blood and sweat and tears”

The question “How?” is asked because
The asker hopes to hear
An answer that will be easy
And quick and bring them cheer

They hope to hear a shortcut that
Has been eluding them
They’re hoping to discover that
Elusive hidden gem

That will deliver them from pain
From suffering and hurt
But deep down we all know those things
We simply can’t avert

You know all that you need to do
Stop hoping for a break
You know that it’s uncomfortble
And may cause you some ache

You know that it won’t be much fun
While you are doing it
You know that you cannot half-ass
And that it takes true grit

And biggest fact of all that many
Never seem to grasp:
You know that by the end after
You grunt and shake and gasp

That the toll that it takes does not
Last forever on you
It is replaced by something else
Because you gutted through

And that is courage, grace, resolve
And so much confidence
You know all that you need to do
So use your common sense

And stop asking all of the fighters
And warriors in hopes
That they will have a shortcut or
An easy way that copes

“THROUGH THE WALL!” they all will say
“NOT OVER OR AROUND!”
You know so stop asking and simply
Pound and pound and pound

                                ~Miro

Darren

11 Mar

“‘Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.” ~William Shakespeare


Darren

The other day while I was on
My way to work from lunch
I heard a rattle, bump, and thump
A kick, a knock and crunch

I saw a man stuck in the street
He sat in a wheelchair
On one foot, a cast and soon
I was also aware

That only one of his arms worked
The other sat in lap
With only one foot and one arm
He struggled in his trap

My mind said “time to go to work
Your break is almost done”
It would have been quite easy to
Ignore this man and shun

But something else in my body
Said, “Make the time to aid”
My throbbing shoulder, neck and knees
Caused my path to be swayed

I walked over to this man and
I pushed his chair up past
The curb on which he was stuck and
He replied very fast

“Oh thanks so much, you don’t have to
I don’t mean to annoy”
“Not at all,” I replied back
“To serve brings me great joy”

He thanked me once again and then
With one foot and one hand
Tried to wobble down sidewalk
And move across the land

My mind said “Now get back to work
Your time is almost through”
I started walking back towards
The building where I do

The things that help me pay my bills
My rent, my water, food
I glanced back at the wheelchair man
And suddenly felt rude

I walked back up to him and asked
“Where are you going, friend?
You look like you could use a hand
And I’ve got two to lend”

“Oh, thank you,” he said with smile
“But you need not do that
You’ve helped enough, I can get by”
And warmly tipped his hat

I looked around at other folks
Who passed by on the street
Rushing to get out of rain
Into some place with heat

“No I haven’t,” I replied
And took hold of his chair
“I don’t believe we do enough
To show that we do care”

“Aw, thanks so much,” he warmly said
“But I’m going three blocks”
“Not a problem,” I replied
“I like going for walks”

As I pushed this man along
We chatted of his pains
He said he’d had a stroke and now
One arm and leg remains

He said when it had happened, some
Had walked by and ignored
He said he saw some curtains close
‘Cause some could not afford

The time to aid, or discomfort
To help bear his ordeal
Luckily for him, three young
Warriors did reveal

They called an ambulance and stayed
Beside him ‘till it came
I’m sure their selflessness only
Served to bring others shame

As I pushed this man along
I was struck by his peace
His situation had not made
His attitude decrease

The ugliness and selfishness
That he had just endured
Had not awakened same in him
His own had not been stirred

“People just don’t have the time
And that’s okay with me”
He said, but I smiled and replied
“I’ll have to disagree”

“We have the time but think we don’t
We can do so much more
The trouble is most people don’t
Request it or implore

And very few of us do have
The voice inside our heart
That says ‘Try harder,’ ‘Go the extra
Mile,’ ‘Stand apart’

And so we must sometimes ask them
To do what they know’s right
So as to remind them of
Their selflessness and might”

We reached the store and he got up
And hobbled on one foot
I asked him if he needed help
Or if I should stay put

He said, “Oh, thanks but I’m okay
I can manage from here
Thanks so much for all your help
It is to me quite dear”

“Not all all,” I said to him
“It’s my duty to serve
Never be afraid to ask
For help that you deserve”

As I walked back to my job
I saw somebody who
Saw me pushing Darren and
He frowned because he knew

That he could have helped Darren too
But business had stopped him
Or maybe it was ‘cause Darren’s
Current health was quite grim

And he did not want to be near
Someone who suffered so
Ironic that instead of dread
Darren emitted glow

The strength and courage and the grace
Of a true Warrior
A man who wouldn’t let a stroke
Discourage or deter

As this stranger rushed off with
His shame, I slowed my walk
I cleared my mind and ignored the
Warnings of ticking clock

Eventually I got back to
My office and resumed
The time I took help Darren
Had not made my job doomed

Because when you do maintain right
When you do what you should
When you stop thinking of yourself
And for others do good

There is no clock or deadline that
Can threaten peace of mind
To serve others less fortunate
Is for what we’re designed

The Warrior’s most fortunate
For they have conquered fear
And so it’s up to them to serve
When hardships do appear

                        ~Miro

A Little Help

12 Sep

In appreciation of all of the people who have recently reblogged, shared and spread the word about my writing:

A Little Help

There was a wise man who once sang
Of the means to his ends
He harmonized, “I’ll get by with
A little help from my friends”

There was another sage who had
A “Message” to get home
The line that stuck out most to me:
“I’m nothing on my own”

These brilliant men achieved success
But would have come up short
If they did not have all their friends
To strengthen and support

Now most of us will only think
That means when someone moves
Lifting heavy furniture
And everything that proves

But I think that there’s more to it
It’s in the fine details
Little things we overlook
Picks who succeeds and fails

Moments that were spared so that
We could provide a hand
Even though we were “busy”
Promoting our own brand

A weekday night out at the club
To see a singing pal
Hold a disc release party
And help boost their morale

Taking a minute to call
The local radio
And telling them your friend’s new tune
On the airwaves should go

Grabbing lunch at your friend’s diner
Instead of some franchise
That has over a billion served
And doesn’t need more buys

Picking up a copy of
The book that your friend wrote
And not just that, but telling others
Helping to promote

Spreading word about the talent
That your friends possess
Not just telling other friends
But going to the press

How many have called the news
Or written to a station?
And how many were too “busy”
Planning next vacation?

Just seems to me that most people
Spend just far too much time
On themselves to be able
To help another’s climb

That’s why it’s so good to see
When some creative folks
Go out of their own way to gather,
Influence and coax

Other people who come out
And support their friend’s act
Just a little help from friends
And success will attract

                                 ~Miro


What Goes Around

8 Sep

What Goes Around

A couple years ago, someone
Had opportunity
To help me out but didn’t ‘cause
They were just too busy

They say that things that go around
Will some day come around
Two years later, this came true
When this person had found

Me at the exact same place
That they had been before
And there they stood where I had been
Outside of a locked door

The irony was lost on me
Until they started speaking
Talking of the screw-up that
Had led them to now seeking

Entry into this building
The same one that I tried
To get into two years ago
But no one would abide

Every reason that they gave
To be allowed access
Was the same that I had given
But to no success

They smirked and said, “Sorry, can’t help
There must be reasons why
You can’t get into today so all
We have to say is ‘Bye!’”

As I tried to point out how
The situations echoed
This person seemed to think that they
Had something to them owed

Owed for doing nothing when
I came to them for aid?
Owed because they wouldn’t help me
Get through the blockade?

That was caused by someone who
Had made a big mistake?
Owed because when they could help
Instead they chose forsake?

I calmly said, “You know the rules
You’ve followed them so well”
And walked away, and that’s when they
Proceeded then to yell

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”
This classless person said
As they stood dumbfounded while
The irony did spread

Gape-jawed, stunned, oblivious
That what had just transpired
Was what I experienced
When others had conspired

“Sorry, can’t help, there must be
Reasons why,” I said
But since I had once walked that mile
More lightly did I tread

I didn’t mock or take pot shots
I didn’t smirk and chuckle
I didn’t take enjoyment in
Twisting in the knuckle

‘Cause I remembered how ugly
All those that took their joy
In mocking me were on that day
How much it did annoy

Be sure to leave revenge out of
The lessons that you teach
Enjoyment from one’s suffering
Will just negate your speech

But at the same time, don’t back down
Have courage to say “No”
Sometimes it’s unpopular
When you help others grow

I don’t know if it’s God at work
Or serendipity
But this experience has left me
Feeling somewhat free

Of the injustice that happened
And was never addressed
Where they all had shown their worst
I chose to show my best

Where they screamed and swore and stressed
I managed to keep cool
Where I waited patiently
They acted like a fool

Just remember, sometimes it’s
Uncomfortable to walk
In another’s shoes, so when
They do, try not to mock

                                 Miro

Helping Hand

15 Aug

Helping Hand

When days are dark
And times are bleak
A helping hand
Is what we seek

Someone who will
Lend an ear
A family member
Or a peer

One who has
Our full respect
And whose opinion
Will affect

How we deal
With turmoil
A comrade who
With us will toil

A helping hand
To hold our weight
And pull us up
As we fight fate

But what I’ve learned
Through years of tests
Is where the most
Helpful hand rests

It’s not attached
To your best friend
They need it for
Themselves to fend

It’s not a part
Of mom or pop
They love you but
They cannot stop

Whatever you are
Going through
There’s only so much
They can do

Same for brother
Or your sis
You’re too big to
Pull from abyss

So what about
The Lord above?
Surely He can
Lift with love

He can only
Do so much
To rescue you
From sorrow‘s clutch

He can give
A helping hand
Some extra strength
To help you stand

But first you have
To recognize
Exactly where
All that strength lies

I’ll tell you where
I found my own
First you have
To be alone

No distractions
In the room
Just like way back
In the womb

That helping hand
Was with you there
And has been with you
Everywhere

The hand that can
Help you the most
Is the one
You use to toast

You’ll find it joined
To your own wrist
I’m sure by now
You get the gist

No matter what
Enters your fray
You have to see
That the best way

To pull yourself
Up from the hole
Is to look into
Your own soul

To see the strength
That lies within
The fortitude
That’s always been

Do not cry out
And ask for aid
You may find soon
Your clique will fade

There aren’t that many
People who
Can help even
If wanted to

Instead of asking
Others for
A helping hand
To ease your chore

Just take a look
At your own fist
And your own strength
You should enlist

Because no matter
Who you are
How many friends
Are near and far

The moment when
You’re all alone
Is when your true
Courage is shown

It’s when you see
You are the source
Of strength that can
Alter your course

When times are tough
Let it be known
The strongest helping
Hand’s your own

                       Miro

Passion vs Prick

19 Jul

Passion vs Prick

There was a guy who liked to bark
And shout at everyone
When it came to being rude
He wouldn’t be outdone

“That’s just his way,” folks would defend
“He’s just so passionate”
So treating everyone like dirt
Was something they’d permit

But passion doesn’t come from where
Impatience and hate lays
Disrespect and egotism
Aren’t traits it displays

Just because one’s passionate
Does not give an excuse
To ridicule a helping hand
And let the insults loose

So one day this passionate guy
Who always was so crass
Got too passionate and made
Himself look like an ass

He flailed his arms around and screamed
And threw a hissy fit
Until even his biggest fan
Had to fully admit

“That guy’s a prick! How could we be
So blind to all his antics?
We’ve pandered to his attitude
With well-meaning semantics

But now we see it doesn’t matter
How much he does care
It doesn’t matter if he’s got
Talent that is so rare

He’s just a prick, and that does not
Give him the right to be
Snide and brash and cynical
And scream like a banshee!”

And so this passionate prick’s crew
Began to dissipate
And he was left to be alone
With passion and with hate

His creative despondency
His pessimistic skill
His talent, vision, and genius
But no help to fulfill

‘Cause no one wants to work with pricks
Who only disrespect
Passion only goes so far
If ego isn’t checked

                          Miro