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Silly of me
to hold out my heart
in the hands of a beggar who --
with pleading eyes --
sits on a street corner
amid throngs of people rushing past,
silently asking for what can only
be given; never taken
Senseless
to allow chain-link fences to be
ripped out, torn down
leaving unguarded that within
revealing reaching, embracing, open
arms from which pours
the very blood of life formerly
hidden so well
Foolish
to choose life under the open sky --
lovely in its sunshine blue before
bursting into angry torrents --
when instead I could remain
safe, surrounded by four walls
and a roof, blissfully
ignorant of all but me.
Silly of me.
And yet if indeed so,
holy love-letter words
reveal glimpses of love incarnate
of man compassionate
of heart overflowing even
in the face of
denial, abandonement, death...
Silly of me,
isn't it?