Tissues and Twigs

I’m oft in need of tissues
As I contemplate my issues
And the slings and arrows cast upon my soul.
Verbal sticks and stones CAN hurt me
And the pain - it does alert me
That all’s not well in part, nor in the whole.
Still the hurts on heart and mind
Caused by those who are unkind
Do not keep me from the path that I must take.
Mere twigs and rocks may scar,
And sharp words and jabs may jar,
But mere tolerance won’t be the move I make.
For there is a greater need
Than a “live and let live” creed,
And it’s hard to give to those who show no merit.
But I’m called to greater gifts
By the One whose calling lifts
Me toward a mercy He gave me, and I must share it.