This poem was written by Saint Richard Gwyn during his final years in prison (around 1583–1584). Facing torture and death for refusing to abandon his Catholic faith, he turned to poetry—his quiet rebellion in words. Each line echoes a fearless soul who believed that truth outlives punishment and that faith sings louder than fear.
The faith I hold is old—
older than kings and crowns.
They call it treason; I call it truth.
I was born in a land of songs,
yet they would have me sing lies.
But my harp knows only one tune—
the praise of the one true Lord.
They may break my bones,
but not the melody He placed in my soul.
⌨ ᴛʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴏᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʙˡᵘᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵉᵐ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵇˡᵒᵍ
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