Firearms Lawyer seeks poetic justice in Federal Way

I have never seen a poem published in the Federal Way Mirror, but I read a poem out loud to some friends in our home on Saturday night. Someone suggested that I submit this poem, "The Tears of the Lord," for publication on The Mirror’s religious page.

I have never seen a poem published in the Federal Way Mirror, but I read a poem out loud to some friends in our home on Saturday night. Someone suggested that I submit this poem titled “The Tears of the Lord” (see below) for publication on The Mirror’s religious page.

Is the column about vocational education still in the hopper that was scheduled for publication on Friday? I hope someone from the school district did not get wind of it and protest again.

Is same-sex marriage an issue that The Mirror sees as being a local Federal Way issue? I have recently noticed a spate of articles on the subject in The Mirror and none of them seem to voice any opposition to the legal innovation of same-sex marriage that has been opposed by most people in most places since the beginning of history for a number of reasons.

I understand how complicated editorial policies often become. But isn’t gay marriage irrelevant to most folks in Federal Way that are not involved in some kind of narrow political or religious agenda?

I suppose the same could be said for gun rights. The only article I recall seeing in The Mirror that favored more restrictions on guns was from none other than Amy Johnson, so some critics could argue that The Mirror has not provided a balanced view regarding the serious problem of gun violence.

It is perfectly understandable, however, why you would not want to publish an article from a firearms lawyer explaining why Ms. Johnson wearing condom earrings in church might be irreverent and hardly in good taste!

Maybe a nice poem will signal respect and consideration for those of us that subscribe to traditional Judeo-Christian cultural norms. I have not yet been able to muster the literary wherewithal to write a Mirror column about human sexuality in such a way as to meet The Mirror’s criteria that stories be connected to local events.

The open-carry guy that marches in the PRIDE Parade with his weapon openly displayed is from Seattle. You nevertheless previously stated to me that you consider an openly-carrying Sodomite to be a newsworthy story.

I am a firm believer, on the other hand, that guns and sex should not be mixed. Nevertheless, I always aim to keep things spicy for Mirror readers. Maybe a bit of poetry on the religious page will make things more interesting for those of us that are passionate about knowing our Creator.

Additionally, please publish this message as a letter to the editor, a column or just forward it to Nandell Palmer, Ms. Johnson or others that work with/for The Mirror (i.e., Mirror editorial board) if you think we can stimulate some worthwhile discussion.

Feel free to replace the reference to Sodomites with another appropriate term of your choosing if the offensive terminology is all that stands between communicating my thoughts herein to Mirror readers.

 

‘The tears of the Lord’

The eyes of the Lord are everywhere,

His eye is on the sparrow while gazing at the bear.

Yes, the Lord is looking to and fro

Through the habitations of the Earth and all its people on the go.

 

He observes the wicked as well as the good,

The soldier in his barracks and the fawn in the wood.

“He who formed the eye, shall he not see?”

Our Creator is busy watching – watching you and me.

 

To show Himself strong on behalf of the stout hearted and whole,

Ranging over the Earth for a faithful and loyal soul.

Don’t you know that in the days of old

The Lord saw man’s great wickedness and what would unfold?

 

Man’s pride and violence, perversion and greed

Devising every evil imagination on which the mind could feed.

People shed blood that lay curse upon cursed

Until the ground cried out, “This must be reversed!”

 

Every plan devised by the mind of mankind

Was nothing but evil all of the time.

And the earth was corrupt in the Lord Yahweh God’S sight

Full of violent depression and endless dark night.

 

But Noah found favor in the eyes of the Lord.

Not with a temple, good works or a sword.

Noah preached righteousness and the wrath men would reap

In rivers of rain and sudden break of the deep.

 

From the foundations of creation when He said, that “it is good,”

Since Adam and Eve sinned in the Garden and hid in the wood,

Nothing is done without knowledge of God, all is seen by the ONE

Who saw Cain kill Abel, and those slain by the knife, club and gun.

 

He even saw Babel built, and came down to observe.

But be steadfast, watch the curves in the road with steeled nerve.

The Lord’s eyes go to the righteous;  His ears attend to prayer.

The face of the Lord is against evil and those who don’t care.

 

The camp of the enemy is filled with antipathy, rancor and pride.

a place where indifference seems normal, where apathy can hide.

The warnings of old Noah were met by a group-laugh.

They probably told the old man to “go take a bath!”

 

The children were haughty, parents puffed up and proud;

The human race turned up the volume and let its voice boom out loud.

“Don’t tell us anything!  Our fists are clenched, our music wild!

Look at the  angels, ancient landmarks- even parents and Christ we’ve reviled.”

 

And today folks go about their business, rushing hither and yon,

Convinced that the world they have known will drone on.

Ignoring the warnings from prophets and friend,

“Such things won’t continue; there will be an end.”

 

Then the Great God “El-Roi,” the God of seeing and believing,

Suffered not the great boasting, derision- deceiving!

He washed away the obtuse, the impatient and proud

With water Just flooding,  like the Lord weeping out loud.

 

Our Heavenly Father is watching us with deep love and concern.

Waiting and watching as some beg to learn

Wisdom far greater on the Creator’s worst day

Than the best wisdom of men with the great words they say.

 

He was pleased when we acknowledged how little we had.

We lacked understanding; we stood impoverished and sad.

Cursing our parents with ingratitude and guile –

it just never stops, but just wait awhile…

 

So honor your parents and Christ above all.

The foolishness of the cross makes our own wisdom gall.

If you humble yourself and stand with the meek

You may rescue yourself and gain what you seek.