Libertiad
Book I
God help me to seek
the truth, and to tell its story,
Guide my head, my
heart, my hand, and my pen,
To consider all of
life’s history, from its beginning
Up to now, that
somehow we can break through lies
And see clearly
again, as you created us to see,
As you created us
to be, for lies abound: the fog
Of them covers our
eyes, like poison it kills,
Like disease it
spreads, like cancer it grows,
Like other cycles
it spirals, continuously, in seamless
Pattern forever, but
to the poison there is antidote,
To the disease a
cure, to the cancer a remission,
The cycle can be
broken, but it takes perspective.
We must break far
enough from the cycle, to see
Clearly once and
for all what it is we face—that lies,
When seen from
enough distance, outside the battle,
The crisis, the
painful emotional crippling fear,
Can be seen for
what they really are: empty,
Powerless,
shortsighted, and superficial nonsense,
Merely the
temptations of our illusioned control.
Help me to see the
cycles, the same story repeated,
Again and again,
over and over. The moment shifts,
But the choice is
always the same: I am in control,
And so I can be,
and do, and take whatever I want.
This lie remains at
the heart of all the others, so God,
Lead me to this
diagnosis, help me gain the trust
Of my patients, and
help me lead them to face the
Pandemic, see the
pain it causes, and to endeavor
To take the
prescription, for it is only this: Engage
The truth, for
until we do, nothing else matters,
For the truth is
that Love created us, knows us,
Saves us, and is
all that can sustain us, and Love
Is engagement,
getting messy, moved and moving
Relational but
never relative, sacrificing, serving,
Freeing, giving,
the beginning of perspective,
For it doesn’t start
with concern for us, but is found
When seeking the
best for each one else, not
Every but, each,
for real love always is personal.
And since we must
engage, help us to engage,
Mind, body, and
soul, in stories, not statistics,
For each song in
the continuum should be sung,
For somewhere along
the trickling years of time,
Through history's
shifts, twists, and turns, the grind
Of battles, exchanges
of power, the tugs and tides
Of war, the rise
and fall of kings and systems,
The ebb and flow, wax
wane, push and pull,
Of each crisis and latest
Armageddon, we see
Love often gets lost
in the shuffle of each moment,
For it is in each
moment, where lies loom large
When our struggles
for survival drown Love’s
Still small, but
ever steady and constant voice.* * *
Since all stories
need context, a starting place,
A point where the
issues are made clear, where
We come as close to
recognizing good and evil
As ever, let us
begin this story, in the last great war,
The last time, things
seemed clear and simple.
God, show to our
minds a boat, speeding across
The English
Channel, where dressed in green,
A normal American
young man, taken from
His anonymous life
is shoved forever into a moment,
Where we see
history being made, and the future
Being formed, where
lies are being called
To reckon, since
Truth’s engagement demands
That sometimes we
fight. In the wee small hours
Of the morning,
which he knows could be his last,
He seeks clarity,
which you often give in times
Like these. Despite
the hum of the motor, he prays,
Hoping to hear Love’s
voice, above, within, and beyond
The man made noise,
cluttering and overwhelming
His worry weakened,
doubt infected senses:
God in your wisdom
tell me that this must be,
For I shudder at
the danger we face this day.
It seems that my
life at twenty four is short
To end this way so
many miles from my home.
Is there any other
way, may this cup pass,
For my wife at home
misses me, and I her,
The children we
hoped to have, will die with me.
Is what we do today
worth such a cost?
Is war the answer,
for I look to my right
And I see myself,
frightened boys, alive,
Today, but death
approaches fast for us,
We know where we
go, and what we face,
Part of me feels it’s
right, but I don't know,
Illumine me with
your spirit O God,
Give to me the
truth I need this day,
Alight my path, and
come to show me why,
And I'll give my
life unto your perfect will,
And commend my
spirit to your loving hands.
I pray this prayer
in my savior's holy name,
And with hope and
faith, I humbly say, Amen.
The
stars shone above, twinkling as they have
Since
the very first day, and as his eyes shut
And
sleep slid across his face, needed peace
And
rest in the midst of the tempest of war,
A
voice came to his attention, saying:
Greatly
beloved, hear me, pay attention
To
the words that I am going to speak to you.
Rest
now your body, and let your mind
Grab
hold of all you've known, been taught,
Thought
and dreamed, your words were heard,
On
this the first day you set your mind to gain
Understanding,
and humbled yourself to God.
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