Facebook Note: [untitled poem]

Written in 2007, published to Facebook on March 26th, 2008

What manner of fiendish man

Believes it solely the weak who can

Shed precious teardrops -

Pearls from the heart?

Blind and gormless, now I say

Are those who hold their hurts at bay

And mock the souls

Whose anguish freely impart

Take this knowledge from one who knows

Whom is attacked by friends with foes

It needs strength to cry;

'Tis easier to bleed.

Violence is not strength; 'tis weak

Such holds conversely to the meek

Possessing virtue

A heart doth outlet need.

Yet I hope you know just evil floods

Or deepest wounds do not draw blood

They rather shed tears;

No mortal wound this be

Flesh be weak, and blood is chill

But valiant souls they cannot kill

Yet pain they feel

And most exceedingly

Rememberest thou the Man who gave

Our triumph over sin and grave

For though the greatest,

Our Brother too could weep

Some in sorrow, oft in love,

And some in thanks to God above

In His great flock

He cares for every sheep.

So I make the Lord my arm

I'll brave the blows, endure the harm

And if he asks it,

In turn for him I'll die

But now's the day I spread His light

And persevere to fight good fights

And as long as I can hurt

Or love, I'll cry.

- TAB III