Updated: Oct 22, 2020
I had this short devotional poem for Tyr - who totally says #blacklivesmatter and my mind cannot be changed - in my notes for a few weeks, now. In the wake of recent events, I finally felt called to share it. At the end of the day, the only question you can ask yourself is: did I do enough to live with myself?
A time for peace, or time to fight?
A wise man knows, and still thinks twice
before he draws both steel or quill
to strike a blow he cannot pull.
The end to war is never won
by easy means, nor acts of one
who hides from duty or from strife
in order just to live
and still; the choice is neither right
nor wrong. Your path unwritten,
all along. Take heed, oh traveller,
oh warrior, oh mother, oh child.
Oh wiseman, poor man,
strong or mild. The day your name is called
stand tall, and know your choices
big or small are yours; a duty just to yourself.
And in the end, all that remains
is knowing you can live another day
with the ones you made, the things you said.
The battles won and trails of dead.
Be still, know peace, and yet know more.
More wisdom than you had today.
Whether you fight,
or whether you step away.
Lay down your hand.
Heed your call.