Maybe it’s time
for me to stop being mad
Not that I AM
Far be it from me.
after writing about peacemakers
I got to thinking about the situation
That still, every time I think of it,
pokes and ouches,
and I know
I need to find a way not to be anymore
Mad, that is,
which I am not.
Something needs to happen
with that poke feeling.
isn’t the reason
the situation was brought to my attention.
Maybe something else is.
I don’t think info comes my way
for the purpose of getting me mad
unless it’s the kind of mad
that’s a holy fire
lit to accomplish some divine purpose.
STEWING is surely
not the divine purpose
not the intended destination
And not a coping technique
about which to be proud:
“Yes, yes, it was very upsetting,
but see how I’m big enough to keep it to myself
and just have a good stew every so often?”
The “Aren’t I mature to have gunnysacked so well?” position. 🙂
No no no no.
Having had my ticket punched
Destination: WHOLENESS –
and IT all paid for –
I have no intention of disembarking at an earlier station.
Time to stop being mad,
IF I am,
and start being whatever the other thing is.