Honour begins with loyalty; to people and to place
Does honour vanish when temptation rises
And you cannot look it in the face
Without succumbing to its vices?
Is honour where your heart remains?
Is honour in beloved faces?
Is honour in the troubles and the pains
You took for them and those treasured places?
How much time is needed to be an honourable man?
Does one moment condemn you
When, all the time, you do all you can?
Honour is brave deep love for people and for place
Your love was ever true
If one took the trouble, one could see it in your face.
Inspired by the words of David & Leigh Eddings
in “The Elder Gods” (2003)
20 January 2004