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A Heroine’s and a Hero’s Journey

 
 
What is a Hero– after all?
The one who fights reckless in the first row?
One who does not know fear, just walks on?
Well, I say that is not a Hero at all, never was.
 
The one who gets up every day again and again
To face the unknown, the present fog and confusion
Dares to look into the OWN evil, false parts
Cleans and tidies up the OWN muddy inner cellar.
 
Takes the effort to recognise and follow necessity
Learns about the true meaning of 'freedom’:
To be able to do things out of the own inner conviction
With no need nor request for acknowledgement or reward
 
It even may include to wear a face mask
For the sake of the sister, the brother in fear
For the sake of Love, compassion, understanding
That is a Heroine, a Hero in the true sense.
 
Daily ordinary life here on earth and especially now
Is challenging, awakes aggression and selfishness
Yet to go beyond the overwhelming effect of manipulation
Of terror and fear– that is an act of heroic labour and will.
 
The real Heroine, the real Hero here on earth
Are those who strive daily to become true Human Beings
In a world which becomes more mad, false, confused
With each half-truth, laziness, and “I don’t mind”.
 
Each “don’t be so serious about lies, abuse, wrong”
Every “take it light, paint it pinky, make it look good”
Ignorance instead of true forgiving and striving
That is the selling out of nobleness which kills Humanity.
 
On my Heroine’s journey I strive, struggle, learn
I fall, fail, do wrong, cry and laugh, feel pain and joy
A normal human life– I am born for exactly that
Walking with my dear Christ His Royal Path seriously
 
With all the Love and Forces of my heart
 
~Dagmar

We all are heroes who are walking through life, trying to make sense out of the non-sensical, trying to become honest, sincere, brave, true human beings.

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