Suffering in Solitude

We all must eventually accept the rights of others to suffer;

My objection is when they want me available as a buffer.

People often say they love another, and still do wrong,

While throwing tantrums or whining in a baby's sing-song.

Do they know what they do to the other's compassion,

When they style their behaviors in a false victim's fashion?

Consequences for one's own actions is the way to learn,

But our lack of consistent values is reason for concern.

We have created a society in which we're expected

To support others in following behaviors we've rejected.

I am not angry; I don't hate; but I'm finally done

With those who don't respect what I have become

Jesus was very clear that he wanted his disciples to stay

Away from his final suffering, as he began to pray.

This is compassionate bravery of the highest kind;

Claiming one's chosen suffering as simply mine.

Why do others become angry with our solitude?

Is it because we don't please them with our mood?

I am happy for those who see "God an an old man,

And for those to whom Jesus is their best friend.

I simply seek the light in the eyes of all of those

In whom justice and compassion together repose.

No more will I allow false words to fill my ears;

Positive action is the only "voice" I will hear.

I have gone into the emotional desert to pray,

To find the answer to where my new mission lay.

The path seems to point to where my faith began,

Before it was perverted by words and actions of man.

I am free from their guilt and have thrown off the shame;

To my manifestations of The Spirit, I now lay claim.