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Morning Reveille

[Reveille:  “a signal given on a musical instrument
(such as a bugle or drum)
in the early morning
to call soldiers or sailors to duty.
Rhymes with “heavily”.
www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary]

The battle rages on,
Must get into the fray.
As evil forces
Take their courses,
What good can I do today?

Before I get out of bed,
Devil’s trying to take me down,
But Jesus’ strength
Will recompense —
What good will I do today?

The world looks so strong,
But I must keep going on.
The way things seem
Might be a screen –
Can I do some good today?

Must persevere, it’s true;
Not look at circumstance,
Believe God’s word,
Though life’s absurd –
He’ll bless me with good today.

Just take one step at a time,
Must live in trust sublime,
And leave the rest
To God’s good sense –
Jesus helps me do good today.

False Enemy

[I thought I should explain how this poem was inspired. I watched a documentary about the real story that the book “The Hunt for Red October” is based on. See http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mh0N3iG-7Uc . In the true story, a Russian naval officer is disillusioned by the way Communism had played out in reality (although he was still a Communist). He tried to start a revolution to bring back Communism to it’s ideal (helping the common people). The documentary also portrayed the Cold War in an interesting way. I thought about all the hopes and dreams of people from very different backgrounds. Then my mind jumped to other differences, like Protestant and Catholic, “conservative” and “liberal”, etc., and I thought, “I wonder if we are all wrong about each other?” Not too say there are not good reasons for the differences and conflicts, only that each person in his heart has a dream that we need to listen to.]

I thought you were my enemy
But someone had told me lies about you,
And so it seems,
Someone had told you lies about me.

We went around in a fog of falsehood
That seemed so normal
Because the fog was constantly around us.

Then the light
Began to break through
For me, for you.

The mist still mystifies
But it’s getting thinner.
Slowly the sun’s light
Is burning through.

Are we just relating
To ideas of each other
Or who we really are?

If I could see
With eyes divine
I would not believe a lie.

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