Sit Not Upon the Ground and Weep

Sit not upon the ground and weep.
Weep not, for there’s a time to keep
all the feelings deep inside
to yourself and there to hide.
The secrets of your heart you found,
why do you pour them on the ground?
Throw not your pearls before swine
or even less lest they be twined
by hearts that are not circumspect
and all of their beauty wrecked.
For who indeed can comprehend
when even your nearest friend
beholds your pain with distant eyes
and tries their best to sympathise?
But can they see the depths within
and, like Christ, see past the sin.
Though we may never claim,
we are so quick to see blame,
forgetting what we should see
but for God’s grace, there go we.
And still upon the ground you sit
while you sob and while you spit.