Mentor

March 12, 2009

You taught me
The best that you knew how
You brought me
Through difficult times
You advised me
To always follow God
But wanted me
To always follow you

When I was searching for spiritual truth
When I needed a friend
When I had reached the point of decision
At the time when I needed you most
You abandoned me

I shouldn’t be surprised
That you hurt me like you did
Because I had seen you hurt people
Over and over through the years
And was only oblivious to the impact
Because I was not the recipient
Of your hatred

But now I know you
And we are not friends
Though you fake a smile
And pretend to care for brief moments
Your follow through is non-existent
And your priorities are clear

You used the word “family”
You called me your son
I guess this “family” is defined by its limits
The limits of your patience
The limits of your love
The limits of mercy and what I once called “grace”
The limits of the tiny world you live in
And the limits of your willingness
To think outside of it

You are not my mentor
You are not my father
You are not my friend
You are not
You are not
You are not

While this may sound harsh
These are the things I needed to say
To the one who was once as close as a brother
But proved to me that only one kind of blood
Is capable of creating such a bond
That friendship has its limits
And religiously rooted “love” is extended
Only as far as it can maintain control

~wbv

Torn My Heart In Two

March 3, 2009

Why have you done this?
You have torn my heart in two
You are wicked and hurtful
Pain flows from your lips

Why must you divide me?
You have broken my spirit once more
You have ripped the soul from within me
And taken the only life I know

Why didn’t you protect me?
From the razor that cut through my being
From the pain of knowing separation
From the hurt caused by duality

You have broken me
You have stolen my peace
You have filled me with confusion and anger
You have torn my heart in two

~wbv

A Time To Lie

March 2, 2009

So I’m kind of fond of honesty, and usually would rather tell (or hear) the painful truth than settle for a less painful lie.

Someone commented on a blip of mine a while back about something along the lines of “telling the truth isn’t always the best.”  I’m writing that from memory, so it could be a little off–but I’m pretty sure that was the basic idea.

Well I would typically disagree with that, and believe generally that honesty is always better.  But I’ve been thinking lately about instances in which a lie would actually be OK … and not only appropriate, but better than telling the truth.

Think of the moral “rules” we live by for a moment.  Are there some that you would consider to be more important than others?  I think there are.  Some I think are really important and others, well, we could probably skip them and nobody would notice.

I’ve heard it said before that “sin is sin”.  Typically this is thrown about in an argument where a person views a particular activity as acceptable and another doesn’t like it… so they state that “sin is sin” which essentially means that whatever (maybe minor) so-called “sin” that the person is “guilty” of, they might as we be a murderer because “sin is sin” and it’s all the same.

But if this were true (“sin is sin”, that is) then it seems to present a problem.

A common scenario mentioned in Christianity (which I am no longer a part of), usually talked about in regards to “end times” and persecution goes something like this: if someone put a gun to your head and asked you to deny Christ, would you do it?  Everyone of course always answers “no”.

But what if we changed the scenario.

What if someone put a gun to your best christian friend’s head, and asked you if your friend is a Christian?  Would you tell the truth?

I don’t care what you are–whether Christian or Jew or Hindu or Muslim or whatever … if you are my friend and we’re ever in that situation, I’m going to lie my ass off and say whatever I have to say to keep you alive.

But if all bad things are equal, I’ve become just as good as the murderer at that moment, which to me seems really screwed up.

But that’s not really the point of all this.  I’m not a murderer, nor am I a liar… but I’m all for choosing the lesser of two evils when evil is all there is to choose from.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is that there is indeed a time where it is not only OK to lie (in my opinion), but where it’s actually preferable.  Seriously, if you ever have to choose between telling a lie and getting me killed, please just LIE.  I’ll forgive you and I’m sure anyone in this world (or out of it) who actually matters will too.

While my thoughts and opinions on this stuff are always evolving, for now I’d rather have a liar for a friend than be dead.

Believer

December 29, 2008

The man
The believer
He speaks
He listens
He believes.

Some listen
Some walk
Some talk
Some doubt
He believes.

Fast speech
Moves quickly
Avoids detection
In honesty
He believes.

Some love
Some hate
Some lie
Some steal
He believes.

Lesser evil
Hides between
Dogmatic faith’s
Empty pages

And he believes.

~wbv

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