The Poets say
That there are lovers
And there are fighters.
I disagree.
I am a lover
And
I am a fighter
I don't fight
Out of anger
Or justice
Or even power
I fight to be kind
To be humble
And to be Christlike.
I have fought,
Every day
And lost,
Many days
On the days
I lose
I am cruel,
Power-hungry
And bitter
On the days I win,
I am kind,
Humble,
& a champion of all that is good
If I were a fighter
Of anger, or power, or rage
Oh how the fight would be easier
I've thrown punches
I've bullied
I've manipulated
I've hurt
Ive suffered
I've fought tooth and nail
With many a man or woman
To throw a punch
To win a fight
To win the war,
At another's expense?
That's the easy fight.
Warfare fueled by rage
Is as blind
And reckless as it comes
You will win the battle,
But you can't win the war
Warfare, fueled by prayer
And persistent, dutiful supplication
Wins wars.
I may loose the battle
I may loose my life
But my war is over.
My war is won.
I can't loose.
My God has already won.
03/28/23
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