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.