John G. Nelson
I Ate My Fill - Poem by John G. Nelson
I ate my fill of tears and sorrow
From darker days & brutal nights
Harsh winds and cruel speeches.
How errors wobble hands & legs,
But God harden and brace.
Not in fear of man knees are bent
Nor forces of creation, heart weary.
I’d endured odds during the ages,
And yonder; I found my escape,
I rise and fill my soul quiescence.
I’ll endure and dwell south & north,
Amid the large & small, those hating me.
But I have not drunk hatred or anger,
with hatred my tongue I’ve not spoken
but with Patience I found my peace.
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