He was willing to receive
All the blows with clemency
Pleading for forgiveness
That the offenders be set free
As the anvil taking pity on
The broken hammer.1
Happiness, He affirmed, is often forged
Through pain and suffering
Content to eat the bitter fruit
As Sovereign Will decrees
His exquisite garden bloomed within
Inclement prison walls.
Behold the butterfly
In joy and equanimity
Fanning out upon the rock
As if it were a flower.2