Warrior Poet Wisdom Vol. III: Grace. MDiv PhD Miro

      

      WARRIOR POET WISDOM

      Vol. III: Grace

      By Miro

      Copyright © 2011 by Miro

      Cover design & photo by Miro & Luana Mercy

      Book design by Miro

      Author photo by Kim Nielsen

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      For Lu.

      FOREWORD

      Grace. How you play the game. We all have the ability to transcend struggles, trials and tribulations. But how many of us can transcend them gracefully? Without complaining. Without being bitter. Without letting those situations turn us into hardened, negative, self-absorbed and selfish people? Grace is defined as elegance. A beauty of form, manner, motion or action. Not a shallow, physical beauty, but a beauty of spirit. A refusal to let the ugliness of the struggles we face blemish the beauty and grace that the Creator has instilled in us. It’s not enough to just survive. It’s not enough to just endure. Warriors survive gracefully. Warriors endure gracefully. Grace. Warriors have it. Warriors lend it. Warriors give it.

      Grace,

      INTRO

      One of Grace

      I put on a tux seven years ago

      And climbed into a limousine

      I thought about how most guys would be nervous

      But all I felt was so serene

      No beads of sweat formed upon my forehead

      And hands did not jitter and shake

      My calmness was genuine because in shortcuts

      Like booze and drugs I don’t partake

      The reason that I was not nervous that day

      Was because, yes, I already knew

      For three years before I had put on that tux

      That this day was one that I’d pursue

      I knew when I saw her first walk through her door

      And saw that pair of gorgeous green eyes

      Done up chestnut hair and her gentle, soft smile

      And as tall as me to my surprise

      “You’re gorgeous!” I blurted without even thinking

      She smiled with a genuine grace

      The same way I think that I smiled at her

      And I knew I would not have to chase

      Or convince or win over this beautiful girl

      It truly was love at first sight

      We just fit together like puzzle pieces

      Nothing ever had felt quite this right

      Her name was Luana, it meant “One of Grace”

      And have that she did in all ways

      Her movement, her voice, her patience and class

      Never once did it cease to amaze

      I bought her red roses and a ring filled with diamonds

      And bended down onto one knee

      I asked her a question, she smiled with grace

      And responded “I will” with much glee

      As I walked in the church and greeted our guests

      I still never felt any fear

      “You’re so calm!” they said as the time counted down

      The service was now very near

      I think it’s because I had already known

      That I’d love her ‘till my dying day

      I still felt no fear as she walked down the isle

      Holding her lovely bouquet

      “You’re gorgeous!” I thought once again in my head

      As she gracefully glided toward

      We placed rings on our fingers and declared our devotion

      In front of our friends and the Lord

      With her in my life, a lesson I’ve learned

      Is that fear can be quelled with one trait

      The jitters, the shakes will all vanish because

      Of the resolve that grace does create

      Seven years later I still feel serene

      The same as I did in that church

      I feel very blessed and fortunate that

      For my grace I no longer must search

      For Luana

      on our 7 year wedding anniversary