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Warrior’s Prayer

12 Feb

Warrior’s Prayer

The common routine
When one goes to pray
Is to get down on knees
And in one spot stay

Clasp hands together
Keep eyes closed tight
In an attempt
To not see the plight

That may work just fine
If you wish to give praise
But most don’t give prayer
Until darkest days

And when the storm comes
I’ve found it works best
To not just curl up
And beg to be blessed

And that’s a main problem
With people who follow
If you beg for a break
Then your prayers are just hollow

The point’s not to live
The easiest life
It’s to build up the strength
To endure the strife

When hardships befall
Don’t beg for an end
Get up while you pray
For the strength to transcend

Open your eyes
As you ask for resolve
And accept that motion
Is the key to evolve

Although this concept
To a few may appall
A prayer on your knees
Will do no good at all

It’s been my experience
When times are their worst
The best start to prayer
Is to get up first

One foot then the other
Keep myself moving
To God above
And to myself proving

I’m not looking for lenience
I’m not begging for pity
I know parts of life
Are not going to be pretty

I pray to the Father
For strength added on
To what’s already in me
To my own employed brawn

Upgrade my power
And my fortitude, raise
Enhance my patience
Amid all the craze

In the book of Isaiah
Forty-one: ten
“I will strengthen and help you”
The Lord said, amen

But strength will not do you
Much good at all
If you’re hidden away
Curled up in a ball

The warrior’s way
Is to charge with no fear
And the warrior’s prayer
Is made in high gear

                         ~Miro

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Prayers

18 May

Prayers

“Please” the Christians pray whenever difficulty comes
“Thank God!” they sing when strife has passed and happily bang drums
“Please!” they pray when yet another challenge rears its head
“Thank God!” they roar with glee when blessed with simple days instead

“Please!” they pray when pushed to show great patience, poise and grace
“Thank God!” they shout whenever their kind God allows their case
“Please!” they ask, they beg, beseech, implore, desire and plead
“Thank God!” they praise when “God of Comfort” with them has agreed

As a Warrior, I find the act of prayer quite dense
Wishing, hoping, wanting ‘stead of preparing defense
Praying to someone else, even if a deity
Begging for a shortcut, reprieve, relief, levity

I find the act of begging for mercy to be quite weak
I find the Christian ego to have a silly technique
To be oblivious of their own potential for coping
To pass it off to Jesus who must satisfy their hoping

A faith that just depowers people, “Beg the God above!
Only HE can cure your pains with HIS magical love!”
They’re trained from birth to follow the idea that they are sheep
That they have no control and that hardships cause you to weep

They’re taught that they are not enough, that all is owed to God
To Jesus who “Died for our sins,” the “You owe Me” facade
Silliness is what it is, the teaching that all joy
Requires satisfaction of desire; ego’s ploy

Lessons that just cultivate your ego to want more
And those who see through all the lies? “The devil’s word!” they roar
They pray to God of Desires, denounce “Devil of Pain”
Pretend they’re blessed and happy and fake it ‘till they’re insane

They get upset and angry while they claim their faith is strong
They claim their God delivers them from everything that’s wrong
So many empty inside but lack courage to admit
It isn’t working like the pastor promised with his wit

And so they pray and pray for peace of mind and hope God will
Do something about it since the Christian way’s: “Stand still”
“Clasp your hands and say a silent, selfish prayer for ease”
“Pray to God and Jesus that each day will be a breeze”

I am Warrior, I pray to nothing and no one
If there’s a God, then grab a seat and watch, this should be fun
I look to nothing or no one except myself each day
I have the strength to endure because *I* made it that way

I chose to do the work, to sacrifice, to feel the pain
To count to ten and breath slowly while others went insane
I trained and pushed myself to my limit, then raised the bar
I need no God of Mercy for I’m King, Master & Czar

The ones who pray don’t understand, they think it all came easy
They think that confidence is arrogance, it makes them queasy
I don’t play by the rules, “You’re not supposed to be alone!”
Their self-imposed limits on strength and choice just make me groan

Victims every day and night all praying for a break
They’d rather beg and suffer all their lives than be awake
No courage to question what they’ve been taught, what they believe
No courage to look in themselves in order to achieve

“Pray for this” and “pray for that,” a silly wishing game
Seemingly legitimized since it’s wished in “God’s name”
I am Warrior and I no longer wish at all
‘Cause I’ve found much more peace when I run, jump, push, climb or crawl

                                                                ~Miro

Savior Self

22 Mar

Savior Self

Savior Self

When Kyū was a little boy his parents told him of
The Savior in the sky above who showed great grace and love
They taught him that the Savior would make everything alright
That in times of great darkness, their Savior would be the light

But as the years went by and challenges each time arose
Kyū’s parents saw no light, just wallowed in their woes
And Kyū’s friends as well did worry of what loomed ahead
Despite the promise of salvation, they all showed great dread

“Savior, help me!” he would hear and watch them as they waited
“Savior, please deliver me!” they’d beg He who created
It all seemed very futile to Kyū so he chose
To save himself the next time that a challenge would oppose

“Blasphemy!” the people cried, “It is not up to you!
What you speak is heresy, it’s Devil’s word you spew!”
Kyū tried to clarify, “I mean no disrespect
Quite the opposite, in fact, the Savior does inject

Courage within me, He gives me boldness to hold fast
To stand apart and persevere, to conquer or to last”
“The Devil’s word!” they cried again with anger and great fear
“No one has the power to save but for one, you hear?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Kyū replied, “just one’s able to save”
“Heresy!” They cried, “It’s Devil’s evil that you crave!”
Kyū thought and then replied, “If what you say is true
Then Savior will take notice and He will know what to do”

As years went by, Kyū faced struggles just as all his peers
But Kyū overcame them all with grit instead of tears
As others knelt and prayed for mercy, Kyū stood to face
Every dark and scary thing which robbed others of grace

They called him heretic and heathen, lost and without hope
Amid their anger and worry they’d pray and cry and mope
And never study carefully the life that Kyū led
His resolve wasn’t Savior-sent, it must have been instead

Granted by the evil one and given at high price
“When Kyū dies, he will go to a place not very nice!”
Sure enough one day the heart of Kyū ceased to beat
Even in his final moment, he did not retreat

They buried his scarred body in the ground and then they prayed
This tragic soul would testify and to Savior be swayed
Kyū woke and before him in some place far unknown
A light-filled being sat and watched from high atop His throne

Kyū felt no fear or wonder, did not drop to knees
He felt just as he always had, courage and no unease
The Savior rose up from His throne and bright light did emit
He walked to Kyū, shook his hand, and said, “I like your grit”

                                        ~Miro

Divine Shortcut

17 May

“God is not a cosmic bellboy for whom we can press a button to get things done.”  ~Harry Emerson Fosdick

Divine Shortcut

“God will this” and “God will that”
I hear many believers chat
“God will handle everything”
They promise, praise, rejoice and sing

But then reality steps in
And stress and struggle do begin
“Don’t worry, leave it up to God!”
This way of thinking is quite flawed

To pass the buck and sit and wait
And let God deal with all the hate
With challenges that do arise
With grief whenever someone dies

The God-believing Warrior
Does not pass bucks, does not defer
They walk up to and face head on
What most wish God would make be gone

They understand that God is not
A shortcut through dismay and fraught
God gave you all that you need
To pray for anymore is greed

It’s lacking faith within one’s own
Courage and strength, it’s blindness shown
To one’s innate ability
To be of fear and sorrow free

The Warrior’s hands never clasp
And beg God to their troubles grasp
To Warriors, that’s laziness
When God designed us, He did bless

With everything it takes to deal
We’re not supposed to wait and kneel
So get up and do battle now
Sever your stress, through hardships plow

And be assured that God does see
You are what He made you to be
In His image you stand alone
And conquer everything that’s thrown

No shortcuts needed, no reprieve
For Warriors who still believe
The long and hard way is divine
To walk it takes not prayers, just spine

                                           ~Miro

Warrior’s Prayer

15 Jan

“I prayed for twenty years but received no answer until I prayed with my legs.”  ~Frederick Douglass, escaped slave

Warrior’s Prayer

The common routine
When one goes to pray
Is to get down on knees
And in one spot stay

Clasp hands together
Keep eyes closed tight
In an attempt
To not see the plight

That may work just fine
If you wish to give praise
But most don’t give prayer
Until darkest days

And when the storm comes
I’ve found it works best
To not just curl up
And beg to be blessed

And that’s a main problem
With people who follow
If you beg for a break
Then your prayers are just hollow

The point’s not to live
The easiest life
It’s to build up the strength
To endure the strife

When hardships befall
Don’t beg for an end
Get up while you pray
For the strength to transcend

Open your eyes
As you ask for resolve
And accept that motion
Is the key to evolve

Although this concept
To a few may appall
A prayer on your knees
Will do no good at all

It’s been my experience
When times are their worst
The best start to prayer
Is to get up first

One foot then the other
Keep myself moving
To God above
And to myself proving

I’m not looking for lenience
I’m not begging for pity
I know parts of life
Are not going to be pretty

I pray to the Father
For strength added on
To what’s already in me
To my own employed brawn

Upgrade my power
And my fortitude, raise
Enhance my patience
Amid all the craze

In the book of Isaiah
Forty-one: ten
“I will strengthen and help you”
The Lord said, amen

But strength will not do you
Much good at all
If you’re hidden away
Curled up in a ball

The warrior’s way
Is to charge with no fear
And the warrior’s prayer
Is made in high gear

                         ~Miro

Uncorrupted Prayer

29 Aug

Uncorrupted Prayer

Dear Lord in Heaven, it’s me again
I’ve had a thought today
I know there’s many starving so
I thought I’d try to pray

For one kid in particular
That I don’t even know
I’ve never even seen a picture
Of this kid, although

I know they have it much harder
Than I have ever had
So any grace you meant for me
Please shine it on this lad

Amen

Corrupted Prayer

29 Aug

Corrupted Prayer

Hi there, god, it’s been a while
Sorry I haven’t called
I’ve been so busy with My life
It’s left My praying stalled

But something has transpired which
Has inspired Me to make
Some time to talk to you today
So I’ll take a quick break

I’ll put the things that keep Me busy
On hold for just a bit
Because I’ve got another wish
In your queue to submit

I need this thing to add to My
Collection of possessions
Maybe you could beam one down
When you’re through with confessions?

There’s also an intangible
That would bring Me much joy
Wondering if you would be
So kind as to deploy?

And then there’s that old friend of Mine
Who needs that certain thing
It would mean a lot to Me
If you could grant that bling

It would make Me feel good if
You could do Me that favor
I promise that I’ll do My best
To enjoy and savor

The thing that you just magically
Make pop-up in My life
While I kneel and wait for you
To get rid of the strife

Thanks, My lord, you’re just the best
For answering My prayers
Nothing quite like a handout
From the big guy upstairs

Amen