I feel an army in my fist.

Teachers of my
early youth
Taught forgiveness
stressed the truth
Here then is my
Christian lack:
If I'm struck then
I'll strike back.

At this hour
Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.

There! you will think this a dreadfully preaching letter! I suppose I have a natural tendency to preach just at present because I am overwhelmed with my work.

Throw me to the wolves &
I'll return leading the pack

I am too much a moralist at heart, and really want to preach at people in some acceptable form, rather than entertain them.

For I have been in my preaching, especially when I have been engaged in the doctrine of life by Christ, without works, as if an angel of God had stood by at my back to encourage me:

Krishna preached in the midst of the battlefield.

My guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect...

Hector. My word is simple. Arm and face the foe.

I am a Soldier, I fight where I am told, and I win where I fight.

Right it is to be taught even by the enemy.

I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?
I follow you whoever you are from the present hour,
My words itch at your ears till you understand them.

Meet me here
Speak my name
I am not your enemy
I am your teacher
I may even be your friend
Let us tell our truth together, you and I
My name is anger: I say you have been wronged
My name is shame: my story is your hidden pain
My name is fear: my story is vulnerability
My name is resentment: I say things should have been different
My name is grief
My name is depression
My name is heartache
My name is anxiety
I have many names
And many lessons
I am not your enemy
I am your teacher