To Cry or Not To Cry

April 19, 2016

To cry or not to cry – that is the question

Whether ‘tis nobler in the heart to suffer

The cuts and bruises of horrific torture

Or to take arms against outrageous violence

And by refusing, end him. Too weak, too small –

No strength – and by morning we say

The fear and thousand tears

That eyes heir to – ‘tis an outcome

Desperately to be concealed. Too weak, too small –

Too small, perhaps too beaten. Ay, there it is

For in that petite of hope what light may come

When we have shuffled off our dignity,

Please give us a hand. Where’s the respect

That makes purpose of life’s worth,

For who would bear the blood and pain of it,

Th’ threats wrong, the sick man’s abuse,

The pangs of dismissed care, the hands sting,

The innocence of some, and the whip

That we take of our unworthy bodies,

How he himself might make of a day

With a bare smile? Who would happily bear,

To threat and danger our weary lives,

But we dread of another morning

Where the undiscovered spots he’s yet to beat,

We dream of no return, puzzles our strength

And makes us rather bear these hits we have

Thank prayers to those we know not of?

Thus prayer does make hope for us all,

And thus the beating of tomorrow

Is sicklied o’er with the slight cast of hope,

And venture the effort and strength

With this regard our thoughts turn amiss

And lose the light of hope.

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