Saturday, December 19, 2009

This isn't mine but is somethng I desperately need to hear!

I did a significant amount of crying today and dialogue with God about my life.  This poem came to mind - something I have heard Ravi Zacharias read in a few of his lectures.  I can't say that it made me stop crying - maybe even a little worse than before.  But it is very healing to read it!
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When God wants to drill a man,

And thrill a man,

And skill a man

When God wants to mold a man

To play the noblest part;


When He yearns with all His heart

To create so great and bold a man

That all the world shall be amazed,

Watch His methods, watch His ways!


How He ruthlessly perfects

Whom He royally elects!

How He hammers him and hurts him,

And with mighty blows converts him


Into trial shapes of clay which

Only God understands;

While his tortured heart is crying

And he lifts beseeching hands!


How He bends but never breaks

When his good He undertakes;

How He uses whom He chooses,

And which every purpose fuses him;

By every act induces him

To try His splendor out-

God knows what He's about.


--- Author Unknown -----

Thursday, December 17, 2009

The System

Placed in our Cast
Assigned by things beyond our grasp
A system shaped before our time
Inescapable – Unfathomable
It has no Rhyme

I have heard of those who move beyond
I have dreamt of places, outside my pond
Myths and legends of doors that cheat
Of armies and worriers and of swifter feet

Stories of strength - enough to break my cage
Someday to scream - to let loose this rage
To fall through to more than I have now
To set my foot and finally touch the ground

More than substance it what I crave
More that life that leads to grave
Immortal man that lives inside
Break through and find

What it means to be alive

One Step



My Cradle forged in perfect peace
Blankets swaddle me in – a mothers fleece
No awareness, conception, or dream of “out-side”
Umbilical existence – I have no need to hide

One Step

Then torn into the harsh of cold
Shaken and scattered by a place - so old
My dwelling now – the void
It lacking love, compassion, hope but wrought with fear

One Step for us
One Step

We move from birth to broken earth


From there to here
Never returning
Forgetting what there was

Yet

Always longing for something more

Sunday, December 06, 2009

Unknown

Life is a puzzle
Perplexing at least
The mind is so riddled, it has caught no relief

The torrent of pain that marks out the path
Leaves me with this question
One question I ask

Why must a man learn on his own?
Standing in waters
Uncharted – Unknown
Seeking the role he is intended to play
How will he know if he has found the right way?

Like a lost child - no parents in sight
No Father - No Mother to lead him to what’s right
Left here to wander and struggle alone
Missing answers to questions, that the winds cant bestow

He has lost the great books that the elders laid out
The path now forgotten – even light now in doubt
Scrolls buried in the Deluge of skeptical thought
No Matsya to fetch them or heal the man that’s so wrought


Where is the bender and shaper of man?

Has he forgotten the child and his hurting friend?

When will he return and find us misplaced?

Tossed about by the torrent of our crumbling space


Why must a man learn on his own?

Saturday, December 05, 2009

Twenty First Century – The Edited MAN

Ok before you read this, I want to make sure you understand my intentions. 
Firstly, in this poem, I am not trying to make a sexist statement about men's superiority.  This is an attempt to share my experience and struggle as a man in a culture that (I feel)  is “intolerant” of me as a man.  I am probably one of the more compassionate and committed men you will ever meet.  I have three children who l love whole heartedly and would do anything for.  While I feel that I have an innate nurturing ability, I still love to be “masculine”  but  feel that in our day, I am forced to repress that which makes me who I am. 
Secondly, this is one of a two part series.  The next poem will relate to a culture that attempts to push the “Female” of our day into roles that are viewed as “liberating”.  However, it – in a new way – forces her to adopt new cultural paradigm that is no better than the previous (instead of offering a new option).


Edited man
Does all that he can

Super Hero
Model Citizen
 
Eats Raisin Bran


When they first found him

He was just a Brute Beast

Now he waits for others

before he starts his feast


Mild Mannered

More Feminine

Then he’s ever been

Never a whisker on the tip of his chin


They think him reborn

Remade

More Refined

He never hunts

Or tries to “unwind”


No more gruff patterns

No more sharp edges

He can breastfeed a baby

While trimming the hedges


On the outside he’s perfect

From the floor to his grin

Right Clothes, Right Words

Right Actions, Right Trim


But inside he’s dyeing

He failing to breath

Can not find an answer

In all that he sees


His life, a castration

Of all that he is

The culture defines him

What a “good man” he is!


So much for what’s mutual

We’ve by passed that stage

Who cares for what’s equal

He now “belongs” to this era

And the “Culture” the “Sage”


A man is not lazy

He can be responsible too

He’s more than a beast

That belongs at the Zoo


There’s value in:

masculinity – strength – the mechanical mind

the hunter – gatherer – fisherman’s brine

Mathematics – Logic

They weren’t created by Man

But how do you explain why “he” is more “bent” toward them


There is a difference

We all know that its true

But for some reason

we think

the world would be better

if we “fit” the same shoe