Long Battles Poems
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Collaboration with Marcello Eans
Every day I walk to work, I tremble with fear,
Not knowing if this morning will be my last.
I’m not certain if I will ever escape from here
And move to a place that won’t judge me for my past.
I can’t say that I’m very proud of what I’ve done,
But it’s only because of my will to survive.
My childhood was full of violence, not fun.
The first time I killed someone, I was only five.
When you live in a country that has only war,
Fighting in this ring of life, no idea what for,
Weapons of mass destruction on the menu daily,
Suicide bombers run rampant and death cries, “Pay me!”
Innocence taken, stripped of your right to be human,
Equivalent of dirt of less, we assess, and we view man.
Assuming an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth,
Turning the other cheek is not the choice that you choose.
I’m an old man now, with a different point of view.
I’ve fought many battles with a lot of anger and strife.
The bad things I’ve done to people I never even knew
Are just visions in my mind from a former life.
“There is no bondage due to fetters of good and evil qualities. How shall I perform the actions related to death and life? There is only the pure, stainless Being-the same in all. Why dost thou, who art the identity in all, grieve in thy heart?”
Oh hermit, there is no one here,
nor attachments which we hold dear,
since our aliveness is borrowed
by God’s light, which our life does steer.
What we give away is not owed,
although no doubt seeds of love sowed
does enrich the composite whole,
bliss mists paying to God an ode.
Look at existence as one soul,
each entity playing its role,
just as do the actors on stage,
where someone bats and others bowl.
When egoic battles cease to wage,
at peace within, just like a sage,
knowing things are not what they seem,
in stillness we turn a new page.
There are no parts of a moonbeam,
thus we the dreamer in life’s dream,
knowing the truth are never bound,
always free, no sins to redeem.
Yes,there'll be many troublesome days
for the true followers of Christ;
they'll be tested for their resistance...
to show others that radiant light
coming from a distant star and guide them
to a manger in Bethlehem!
It's much easier to walk miles
on barefoot,to reach that very humble place,
where little Jesus peacefully lies;
if a mighty king lived in a fancy palace,
like Herod the Great,
and be guarded by soldiers
with steady watchful eyes...
wouldn't it be more glorious
to be listening to choruses
of joyful angels,
and see baby Jesus smile?
It's so rewarding to cross
the desert without an oasis...
to behold the face of Jesus!
Yes, there'll be more uneasy moments
for the true followers of Christ to persuade
the unbelievers,to lean on love and make it
the fortress of their strength,
and build on it an ageless faith;
if they choose to believe without doubts,
they'll have more insight and confidence:
how easy it'll be to fight their battles!
It's much nobler to praise Him
than being deceived and be lost;
and His name is only spoken by
the true followers of Christ
who constantly seek him out,
while others crumble into the dust
and, without ever knowing His love, die!
Author Dana Redricks
April 25, 2024
As I sit here consumed with pain, my heart heavy and my spirit drained, I look to You, Lord Yeshua, for strength, to help me stand and go to any length.
The trials and battles I face each day, seem too much for me to bear or sway, but with Your love and grace by my side, I know I'll find the strength to abide.
In times of darkness and despair, I trust in Your light to always be there, to guide me through the darkest night, and lead me to a place of courage and might.
So I ask for Your strength now, Oh Lord, to help me stand firm and be steadfast, to face each challenge with faith and grace, and never give up in this race.
With You by my side, I know I can overcome, and find the courage to rise above the pain and struggles that I face each day, with Your strength, Lord Yeshua, I shall never sway.
Confronted by conflicting self-forces
my flesh groans in adversities’ struggles
realizing that human nature lurks
then reigns to conquer carnality flaws.
Granted with grace of redemption by Christ
my soul received His eternal life gift
along imputed righteousness divine
freeing me from sin-wages’ damnation.
Quickened toward God-consciousness sublime
my spirit yields to Almighty control
striving to win in personal battles
vanquishing own selfishness, pride and greed.
Settling dilemmas in choosing what’s right
my faith seeks anchor upon Scripture truths
believing immutable verities
learned well from discipleship endeavours.
Created wondrously in God’s image
my essence is complete indeed by Him
made functional through ministerial work
living for Him, reaching-out to others.
Staying in the center of the Lord’s will
my heart remains contented* and peace-filled
while satisfied by His faithfulness’ joy
prospered in fulfilling utmost service.
Blest with uniqueness of distinct beauty
my being finds real worth in the Saviour
valuing me by His compassion wealth
enriching personhood despite weakness.
*1Timothy 6:6 But godliness with contentment is great gain.
January 26, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (Jan 26)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/27/2021.
In the hallowed halls of healing, dreams were once sown,
A path chosen by duty, not a path of our own.
Driven by a mother's wish, I stepped in that domain,
A journey prescribed, a white coat, a stethoscope's refrain.
Yet, one day I diverged, took a different trail,
Ventured into markets where fortunes set sail.
Risky waters of finance, lessons learned profound,
Confidence gained, street-smart, in the hustle I found.
Unemployed doctors lament, a chorus of despair,
Degrees in hand, burdened by the system's snare.
Beggars of employment, limited minds confined,
Blaming the world, their aspirations maligned.
But I, a wanderer, chose a different dance,
No longer tethered to a medical trance.
For two hours, a storyteller, a sage of the street,
$8000 to learn how financial battles I'd meet.
I conquered, I rose, from the ashes of the fall,
Opportunities abound, for those who stand tall.
No longer a beggar, nor tied to a title,
Embrace innovation, let dreams be your bridle.
Unshackle the pride that binds you to a past,
For in innovation's embrace, your future is cast.
Technology beckons, a realm vast and wide,
Don't be addicted to a paycheck's fleeting tide.
The white coats sit idle, unemployment's cruel jest,
More doctors than jobs, an unsettling unrest.
Rethink, restart, shed the cloak of shame,
In the digital age, create your own game.
Do the math, break free from the CV's plight,
A doctor's title, a beacon of endless night.
In the imbalance lies a chance to reinvent,
A new beginning, where dreams find ascent.
Holding head down he simmers in anguish
Scribbling restless shapes in red crayon
Concealing bitterness of a child forlorn.
At a tender young age he knows of divorce
Custody battles, and the pointed fingers
Of angry gestures condemning each other.
Any moment now they'll open the door
Pretending like there is love in the air.
He dashes towards her, gripping angst
Hearing Dad's words: "Say goodbye to Mom"
Hugging her tightly, tears rolling down,
Reddened eyes now piercing her sight
Wanting to ask if she understands why
He doesn't color anymore inside the lines,
As a smile uplifts from the depth of her eyes.
October 14, 2018
Stepping out from the
tunnel of champion,
Where my soul and victory
have been bonded as a
union.
Climbing higher than
mountains,
And for sure my victory is
certain.
Fought many battles
harder,
And came through even
stronger.
I race across every finish
line,
And makes the top stories
and headlines.
I can hear the cheering
crowd,
And the screaming of my
name aloud.
Roll out the drums,
And blow the trumpet
across cities and kingdoms.
For earth has begot a hero,
A hero of class and defined
ego.
Even when i don't get
much love from my haters,
The taste of victory grows
even much sweeter.
Victory at last in the end,
With so much foes and no
friend.
The joy victory kept me
going,
And the zeal of winning
kept me moving.
Created with the power of
an immortal,
That makes every
conspiracy futile.
Inbuilt with the soul of a
human,
That's why am a super
human.
Now standing at the
pinnacle of greatness,
After working through the
road of success.
Hearing my name all over
the corners of the earth,
Gives me immeasurable joy
i never once felt.
Each time i crumble or
stumble,
It makes me even more
humble.
For winning is the aim,
And victory is my name.
Finally am a success story,
To God be the glory.
No matter the amount of
hate i get,
The more victorious i get.
The more they think i will
fail,
The more i make them look
pale.
Even when my chances
grows thinner,
It really doesn't matter
because in the end am a
winner.
If old men fought the wars
Would there be quite so many?
Maybe we’d reach a stage
Where we’d not fight any.
Life becomes more precious
With the passing of years
The realisation of mortality
Bringing its own fears.
Let the young live their lives,
No longer treated like cattle
Marshalled and forced to
Fight the old mens’ battles.
Let the old men go
To fight their own wars
Don’t conscript the future to
Go die for another’s cause.
If old men did the fighting
Perhaps there’d be more trying
To find a different solution if
Old men faced the risk of dying.
(D-Day 6th June 1944)
A well-known trail sits just behind
The street that we live on,
And at the bottom, you can find
A path to reach a pond.
And there, upon her rightful throne,
A swan swims soft and slow,
Where in her home, she lives alone,
This swan, I've come to know.
Her slender neck and feathered wings
Attire is pure and white,
Small eyes like beads; their sharpness brings
Her sight in day or night.
I watch her gentle, graceful glide,
With burdens not revealed,
Her regal ruse still seems to hide
A loneliness concealed.
What’s covered up by beauty’s gift?
Has calmness killed her fight?
Do troubles drown beneath her drift?
Will she again take flight?
A natural need to mate for life,
I fear her mate’s passed on.
She glides along this pond in strife,
A lovely lonely swan.
But take no pity on this queen,
Her strength she cannot mask,
Beneath the water's tranquil sheen,
She's surging with a task.
The stillness in her wandering,
As ripples rise, I wonder,
Her poise provokes a pondering
Of fervent efforts under.
Some things are not as they appear,
Some surfaces hide battles,
To simply sit on ponds, swans bear
A need for frantic paddles.
When troubles come, stay on the path-
Imagine our existence,
If everyone had even half
Of a swan's persistence.