Tenderhearted Poem by Anna Tea

He has rolled with the punches
You can see the marks on his back
Where he landed on rock while he rolled

He has caught the steady stream of arrows
In his right hand and with what was left
He threw them to the ground
Did not return the fire

He walked away from that place
Of confusion and pain
To be here in sight of God and angels
In the resting place of man

He will come closer to his maker
While staying here on earth
And remain forever
Tenderhearted