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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

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Guarantees

24 Feb

“If you want a guarantee, buy a toaster.” ~Clint Eastwood


Guarantees

As I surf through the sea of web
And read the writes of others
A common theme that appears in
The writes of sisters, brothers

Is angst because they struggle with
A big uncertainty
They write how they want wisdom and
They wish for clarity

They want some reassurance that
It all will be okay
That they are not just wasting time
For all the things they pray

They want that peace of mind that they
See so few do possess
I’ve got the secret but it may
A few of you depress

I don’t have words of wisdom that will
Fill you with warm light
I cannot guarantee that everything
Will be alright

In fact, I’ll say the opposite
You’re in for a tough ride
Loss and suffering and death
And no safe place to hide

At times there will not be someone
Who’s there to console you
That God you worship will sometimes
Feel absent when you’re blue

Others will deceive and hurt
And put themselves ahead
Of you and everyone else and
Leave all of you for dead

And if you survive long enough
Your body falls apart
Think you have it bad right now?
Wait ‘till you’re an old fart

You’ll carry physical pain on
Your shoulders every day
You may even lose your mind as
All of your hair turns gray

You want a guarantee in life
That clarity will come?
That peace and grace will come to you
And help you not succumb?

That everything will be alright
And your angst will disperse?
The only guarantee I’ll give
Is that it just gets worse

Because that is the nature of
The weakness that plagues you
The lack of courage, strength and faith
That’s given you this view

You want a guarantee, just listen
To the words of Clint:
“Buy a toaster,” Eastwood said
With his cold, steely squint

Because he is a warrior
And fully understands
No one owes you anything
It all lies in your hands

You can’t control what happens but
You can control reaction
It’s your choice if you focus or
If you just choose distraction

Pain and misery and angst
Uncertainty and stress
All they do is distract from
The strength that you possess

So for a moment, clear your mind
And let go those afflictions
And focus on the positives
Your resolve and convictions

And maybe then you will get that
Guarantee you desire
That within you already is
Everything you require

                            ~Miro