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Take the bull by the horns,
Or the bull will take you.
Stand up and holler,
A house prisoner is not you!
There is no jailer at your front
door.
Though terms tossed about,
makes you think this is truth
to the core!
Want to change things does require
courage and action.
So stop our endless sniveling to gain
satisfaction.
Warriors win wars in battles,
not so easily fought.
Having been in so many,wins
beat losses, so I have been
wonderfully taught.
Today is your day, the trumpet
for braveness calls.
Get outdoors in God's creation,
His world has no guards nor fear
laden walls.
May 8, 2020
10am PST
"Eli, Eli, Lama Sabachthani"
I know feeble feathers can't make a hill quiver.
I know no beast can stand against an elephant.
Once, I made the monarchs and monarchies shiver.
Why, then, like a lamb, do I let wolves be triumphant?
I know I could have taken the bull by the horns.
My body is broken now. My blood has been shed.
My head is poked with a crown made of iron thorns.
A cross, made by me once, has become my deathbed.
I'm fixed on the cross. My heart and mind get stirred.
The power of powerlessness puts my soul to the test.
Existence seems as though endlessly gone absurd.
I scream and screech. My turmoil turns into tempest.
I've borne the human pains in my body and soul.
Pains of my passion make my incarnation whole.
When I was a girl it seemed time took much longer,
To pass by and let me be older not younger.
It seemed all the good things were far in the future,
And I feared in the waiting I'd slip into a stupor.
I was too young for most things and too old for the rest.
I was stuck in the middle, an unwanted guest;
Searching in vain for the place I belonged;
Awaiting my prince to come sing me his song,
Sweep me up in his arms and then whisk me away,
To a life filled with gladness as fairytales say;
But life is no fairytale it's business at hand,
If you want to survive then get with the plan.
We have to grow up, take the bull by the horns;
For life's what you make it, you have been forewarned.
My life is much better in some ways it seems.
Though I must admit it's not like my dreams.
I've learned from experience when less than enchanted,
I'm happier when trying to bloom where I'm planted.
Where‘s The Bull?
A few years ago at the close of the morning worship service in the lobby of our church, a young teen greeted me with the words, “How are you doing Mr. Curtis?” My reply to him at the time was, “I’m hanging in there.” This was a time when the nation’s economy was in disarray, and my personal finances were not much better. Some weeks later I saw him again in the same area of the lobby, and he greeted me with the words, “Hi Mr. Curtis, are you still hanging in there?”. I almost answered him in the same manner as before, because things had not really gotten any better. However, I caught myself and replied by saying, “No, I’m not hanging in there. I have the bull by the horns, and he’s going down”.
I believe that the 'Bull statement' triggered something inside of me that made a big difference in the future outcome for my life and circumstances. No, my belief system did not change, but a “God Moment” came to the front and overpowered me to overcome any attitude of doubt or negativity that had existed in my spirit. A fresh fire was kindled, and a ‘knowing’ within me was born that in essence said to me that I did not have to ‘hang on’ or ‘hang in’ there for dear life. The fresh fire enabled me to stop hanging on to the tail of the bull to be slung about and around wherever the bull desired.
The bulls of life are always on the loose, and bulls will do what bulls do. We must decide and take courage to do what Christians do. Our bulls of life will never go down as long as we are fighting at the tail by hanging on. It is when we take on the bull by his horns that we are enabled to bring him to the ground.
At the time of the young man’s question, we were in a season of life unlike any we had faced before. The seasons of the year can be defined and generally described, but they are never the same. We know that they are coming and going all the time, but we never know the character and the magnitude of their impact. So is the case with the seasons of our lives.
So. What is your bull’s name today? Where is he, and where are you positioned in relation to the bull’s movements? The bull’s movements are always strong and are designed to destroy us. We must not be content with simply hanging on for survival. Because God is with me, I can trust him in the stormy seasons of my life.
10022014 cj PS
COMMON opposites.
How do you seem so calm when I rage?
How do I shake and hide when you take to the stage?
Why do you shine so bright when I run and hide?
Why do I stand behind when you stand by my side?
We love each other absolutely,
Utterly and completely.
We clicked from the start,
Nothing in common but the heart.
How do you smile so confidently and say ‘hi’?
Why do I shy away or just say ‘bye’.
You take the bull by the horns, I stand on the fence.
Your eyes are so loving and free yet mine are intense.
I kiss your cheek as you sleep,
The love we have is so deep.
I wonder what you see in me?
All I ever do is want to flee.
The truth is opposites attract that’s our glue.
They said we wouldn’t work, but we knew.
Roses are red but sometime they are white.
That’s why I can’t let you out of my sight.
11 may 2018
Her calender was packed
She had so much to do
Had been valedictorian
Damn proud of it, too.
The world was her oyster
Grabbed the bull by the horns
Her drive and her intellect
Brought her accolades galore.
I met her post haste
She was school principal then
My son was a student
In her office...once again!
She told me her schedule
How she ran marathons
Her lists to achieve
Were impressive and long.
I met her one day
Said, "Come sit for awhile."
But she just couldn't stop
Had to run, in denial.
Today I sat down
To read yesterday's news
Saw she died on a treadmill
She was just 42.
2015
When I was a girl it seemed time took much longer,
To pass by and let me be older not younger.
It seemed all the good things were far in the future,
And I feared in the waiting I'd slip into a stupor.
I was too young for most things and too old for the rest.
I was stuck in the middle, an unwanted guest,
Searching in vain for the place I belonged,
Awaiting my prince to come sing me his song;
Sweep me up in his arms and then whisk me away,
To a life filled with gladness as fairy tales say;
But life is no fairy tale, it's business at hand.
If you want to survive then get with the plan.
We have to grow up, take the bull by the horns,
For life's what you make it, you have been forewarned.
My life s much better in some ways it seems,
Though I must admit it's not like my dreams.
I've learned from experience when less than enchanted,
I'm happier when trying to bloom where I'm planted.
I know of this gal who's started a diet
I wish her much luck in her quest
Can't mention her name, she'd be upset
But accepts this challenge with zest
We know how difficult diets can be
One of the hardest things to accomplish
But this gal can do it if anyone can
Her ultimate success is my wish
Once a successful real estate agent
Accomplishing that a great feat
So losing some pounds should be a snap
A lead pipe cinch to complete
There are many others in need a boost
To start them on their way to skinny
An incentive helps to spur them on
So once more they can wear a size “mini”
Good luck to her and all you others
Who've grabbed the bull by the horns
The prize at the end is so darn rewarding
To wake up feeling great every morn!
© Jack Ellison 2013
When happiness starts to fade,
tears inevitably fall.
For lovers can't help but cry,
when truth means nothing at all.
Doubt encourages lovers,
to seize the bull by the horns.
For, in that moment, you get
to see that roses bear thorns.
It's time for you to move on,
and tend to your broken heart.
For hope hasn't abandoned you;
such feelings will soon depart.
Relationships cannot last,
if they are not meant to be.
And though you feel life's over,
there is so much more to see.
If you can't forgive the lies;
don't let them stand in your way.
Yesterday's a memory;
tomorrow's a brand-new day.
I'm going toward the frightful unknown
carrying the flaming torch of hope,
it's a challenge never taken before:
I've made a new promise often broken!
Where can a disheartened person find courage...
when, in this age, most portray the wrong image?
Many have reached their goal through ugly deceit,
but the honest one struggles to put up the fight!
I encourage you to go forward the frightful unknown
with the enthusiasm of a Marco Polo or Paul Revere:
grabbing the bull by the horns and austerely persevere
in a quest reminiscent of their ideals for the grit shown!
To have a conscience is a choice to do right,
to gather the big harvest without any merit
or sweat is mocking the hard-working people
who plow the field and put food on your table!
I'm dauntlessly going toward the frightful unknown...
proclaiming a humble glory to be revealed by enduring time,
not all wishing it would succeed and earn a king's crown;
any loss wouldn't be a defeat, any conquest would be divine!