Honor Is Blind Poem by Rue Palmer

Honor Is Blind Unless It Has Wisdom

Honor walks proud in the heat of the flame,
Clutching its banner, blind to the game.
It shines like steel in the eyes of the bold,
But without wisdom, it rusts into mold.

It charges ahead through storm and deceit,
Seeking the just with unsteady feet.
It cannot see traps in the guise of the just,
And falls with the weight of misjudged trust.

For honor alone is a sword in the dark—
It swings with strength but misses the mark.
Yet give it a lantern of wisdom to hold,
And see how its stories are rightfully told.

With wisdom, it pauses before it defends,
It learns when to bend, and when not to bend.
It listens for silence, it questions the loud,
It stands not for ego, but truth unavowed.

So let not honor ride empty and wild,
Like a fierce but misguided, impetuous child.
But pair it with wisdom, gentle and wise—
And then it may walk with clear-seeing eyes.