Nobility

What answers are there to questions what balms are there to fears, created by constant problems battering us through the years. Shall we seek continuously for relief of pain and fright, or square our shoulders stoically and stay right in the fight. For begging with a whimper invites but more travails, while the race goes to the strongest who compete and so prevail. How then counsel aggression for the weak and faint of heart, languishing in the background seemingly with no useful part. Are they here but to elicit tender mercy from the strong, fulfilling in their meekness most noble purpose all along?

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Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 9/10/2008 9:01:00 AM

Oh well, this is most assuredly an extension of your strong and proud will, John. I know that we all have our crosses to bare, but it's not a horrible thing to seek a word or two of kindness along the way. Makes it less cumbersome and heavy, but we shouldn't latch it onto another's back. I'm glad that you are back to writing and posting your work. A well thought out and written poem.:) Best to you..God bless you and yours! Mikki

John Loving Iii

Date: 9/6/2008 10:34:00 AM

patrotic thats what kind of poetry it is . nobil fits this also. poetic and proud the type i like to hear in movies or in speeches good work. John H Loving III