Today, for fun, I wrote a poem about anger, how wrong it is, and the importance of fighting against it, and for patience. Enjoy.
Where did I get this attitude?
Today I’m irked at moments such
As inconveniences too small
Or hearing noises far too much;
Corrections coming from another
I’ll (sadly) take as such a bother.
Such instances, so minuscule,
Presses Anger’s hand to rule…
“But no!” I tell myself. “Enough!
Why do you let yourself surrender
To these feelings of impatience?
Did your heart cease to be tender?
Soul, look, this Anger is a liar.
And she will spark a brutal fire
In your soul, if you will let her.
But do resist her; you know better.”
Temptations rise up in my mind:
“Must I resist this burning feeling?
Can’t I let myself ONE time?”
NO!!! Though it may seem appealing.
In one small spark, ‘most no one sees
The harm of several thousand trees.
It’s to your harm when you give in
To this apparently small sin.
Anger starts out small, you see,
But grows at an increasing rate
And somewhere down this steep descent
Comes bitterness and evil hate.
Do you want this cruel master?
Spare yourself from such disaster –
Let Anger not usurp your soul.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Have self control.
I stop and say a prayer to God,
“Please help me act as You would act.
You deal with me so mercifully,
Though you could smite me just like that.
You’ve given me ability
To deal with moments patiently,
But on my own I cannot do
What would bring most joy to You.”
And just like that, the anger’s gone;
The spark, just taking flame, put out,
And God, the rightful King, controlling
This error-prone and sinful heart.
Anger, no, she won’t be queen.
Not a trace of her is seen.
The storm is calmed, and I am free
To live my life more peaceably.