tanhaThe Essential Dynamic
May 13th 2007 15:58
Little man spits “No” at mother,
Stamps his foot and slaps his brother.
Does she go into a paddy,
Hate his guts and tell his daddy?
Usually not!
She maybe sends him to his room
To think how he can change his doom!
He may come out when he is quiet,
Agrees with her and offers Brut
A handshake.
Why does she not take angst at him,
Refuse to feed him on a whim,
Shout at him, stamp her foot too?
Why, she’s grownup, and has a view
Beyond that.
She sees that he is just a babe
And testing those around today
To see if they can be controlled
With just a taste of violent hold.
He’ll learn.
She separates him from the scene
And sets the boundaries he must deem
Are limits none will tolerate.
And mild but strong she will berate
Her wayward son.
The next day all is new again.
She has forgotten yester’s pain.
He is to her a learner so
She has confidence that he will grow
Up fast.
If one should sin against you, you
Can do as mothers often do.
Explain the crime and separate
The sinner from his control spate
So he can think.
Explain quite clearly what his crime
Has perpetrated just this time,
And how the consequence of that
Will change the place where you are at
For present or for good.
Then make it plain what they must do
To re-instate your trust. And so
Allow them time to ruminate
And contribute to the debate
In positive vein.
If they are willing to perceive
The mistrust, and your need to grieve,
And turn and change the status quo
With “sorry”. (No “I told you so”s)
Then friendship lives.
But if a truce cannot be found,
There is no reconciliation round,
Then let them go with quiet love.
And hopes that yet they’ll make the move
That heals the wound.
Do not take up the bitter rein
That pulls your lip into disdain,
And makes your heart burn damning fire
And twists, contorts your heart’s desire
Into hate.
Hate is like a battleship.
Destroyer is its style, I think.
But guess who gets to be destroyed!
It’s you. Not him. He has you foiled!
You are the loser!
This battleship knows no shutdown.
It’s always ready to go to town
And fight your battles on all fronts –
The battle lines are drawn on friends
Of every sort.
This ship needs oil at every port,
So every friendship will contort
And sour and disintegrate
To feed the fuel of the hate
That felt so fair.
“Enough!” You cry. “I can’t go on!
Is Hell more miserable than this?”
“Forgive” shouts wisdom. “Yes, you can!
In the image of God was made the man –
And God forgives.
But God to man dominion gave
And He will not that work retrieve.
So Man gets only what he gives.
You want forgiveness? Then forgive!
Ball’s in your court!
Ball too heavy? Then try this.
There’s a ball you’re wanting God to catch
And cancel all the things you’ve done.
So make sure you catch this little one.
Well Done!
Stamps his foot and slaps his brother.
Does she go into a paddy,
Hate his guts and tell his daddy?
Usually not!
She maybe sends him to his room
To think how he can change his doom!
He may come out when he is quiet,
Agrees with her and offers Brut
A handshake.
Why does she not take angst at him,
Refuse to feed him on a whim,
Shout at him, stamp her foot too?
Why, she’s grownup, and has a view
Beyond that.
She sees that he is just a babe
And testing those around today
With just a taste of violent hold.
He’ll learn.
She separates him from the scene
And sets the boundaries he must deem
Are limits none will tolerate.
And mild but strong she will berate
Her wayward son.
The next day all is new again.
She has forgotten yester’s pain.
He is to her a learner so
She has confidence that he will grow
Up fast.
If one should sin against you, you
Can do as mothers often do.
Explain the crime and separate
The sinner from his control spate
So he can think.
Explain quite clearly what his crime
Has perpetrated just this time,
And how the consequence of that
Will change the place where you are at
For present or for good.
Then make it plain what they must do
To re-instate your trust. And so
Allow them time to ruminate
And contribute to the debate
In positive vein.
If they are willing to perceive
The mistrust, and your need to grieve,
And turn and change the status quo
With “sorry”. (No “I told you so”s)
Then friendship lives.
There is no reconciliation round,
Then let them go with quiet love.
And hopes that yet they’ll make the move
That heals the wound.
Do not take up the bitter rein
That pulls your lip into disdain,
And makes your heart burn damning fire
And twists, contorts your heart’s desire
Into hate.
Hate is like a battleship.
Destroyer is its style, I think.
But guess who gets to be destroyed!
It’s you. Not him. He has you foiled!
You are the loser!
This battleship knows no shutdown.
It’s always ready to go to town
And fight your battles on all fronts –
The battle lines are drawn on friends
Of every sort.
This ship needs oil at every port,
So every friendship will contort
And sour and disintegrate
To feed the fuel of the hate
That felt so fair.
“Enough!” You cry. “I can’t go on!
Is Hell more miserable than this?”
“Forgive” shouts wisdom. “Yes, you can!
In the image of God was made the man –
And God forgives.
But God to man dominion gave
And He will not that work retrieve.
So Man gets only what he gives.
You want forgiveness? Then forgive!
Ball’s in your court!
Ball too heavy? Then try this.
There’s a ball you’re wanting God to catch
And cancel all the things you’ve done.
So make sure you catch this little one.
Well Done!
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