Good Will

Poem

By FIDELIS SUKINA

Eyes all red in rage

I was told to calm down,

to sit to cool down,

meditate and breathe

I was told.

A rage of anger

reduced to calm,

watered down by good

words of an open heart.

Like splendor unseen,

a covenant renewed

between man and goodwill.

 A rain of hate on grounds of faith,

I realize my faith being shaken,

but by the grace of God,

and intercession of man,

I am delivered.

Pastors and priests,

speak of goodwill

in their words I stand.

A typhoon of jealousy blows by

but by will of God and man

I stride by the eye of the storm.

Strong I am

I am what I am

as strong a man

with the will of mankind.