Fifteen Million and One Disciples
Oh many,
many and many times more have I knelt
before the face of God and asked him,
why?
and many a more time after that
watched death
do a pirouette across the kitchen floor,
what more
what more
can a man ask why and what for?
I return as a yearning in the heart of a tree
to be free,
to go where the wind goes
to blow away.
The dawn they say is the day
to be born
and today is the dawn for me.
Copyright © John Smallshaw | Year Posted 2018
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