The Bully

The Bully

The bully is threatened
By something he doesn't understand
He has two strong legs and healthy heart
Yet his fear makes him use his hands.

Hands that could lift another up
And help a weaker child to stand
Are used to create fear in another
Instead of to make a friend.

Legs that for running to aid another
Could be so kindly used,
Are used to run away from responsiblity
And to take the bully to someone to abuse.

A heart that should be full of compassion
Has no room for the love it could contain
For somehow through lack of gentle nourishment
Only hardness and anger does it contain.

For those who have been the victim
Of the bullies that run free
Know that every single act of theirs
Does our Father see.

Father, help the little ones
At whom the bullies laugh and tease
Wrap your arms around them, hold them close
And their hurting hearts please ease.

Thena


Dear Son of Mine

I've watched you my dear son
As you have fought back the hurt and tears
As you have marched out boldly
In spite of your inward fears.

I have hurt with you when things were bad
And my heart has been broken
And filled with anguish for you
When I have seen your heart so sad.

Your spirit and your faith have kept you strong
And some others may be turned off by your inner light
That so sweetly shines from your spirit
For they have only known darkness as in night.

Know that I am so proud of you
And the way you persevere
The way you let your light keep shining--
You grow more wonderful every year!

Just remember my dear one that
God has gone before and will prepare the way
For you to get through with this in flying colors
And yours will be the victory some sweet day.

Others have gone through this kind of thing
And great moral battles they have won
The greatest example of this victory
We see in God's only beloved son.

Thena

written for someone in 2005 but thought it might mean something to someone.

My youngest son experienced bullying and it just broke my heart. A parent can't follow their children at school every day, and it makes them feel so helpless. The bully eventually moved at the end of the school year. That poem touched my heart.

It's a learned behavior from broken family systems, a contagion !
Behind every bully, there was a misguided mentor.

God bless.