His Question
The man sits on a hill
and asks his soul and
any who will listen,
“what is mine to do?”
Love whispers through the hut
stirring long grass,
cool touches on a warm day.
Love a heart beats tired
by the struggle to hear
unsure.
My love invites the one
placed on a cross beside his
table, out of harms way.
Be loved echoed this valley
silently in the greens.
Give all for love cried
the universe as sheep
crawled under his hut.
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