The True Price

Relaxing day with company:  I am
less footless, less wandery,
anchored in my crafting and my
household, my Bible calls and soup
is on

I searched for faces in the web
last night, of those long gone,
and felt bile rise from my
depths at the height of their
fecklessness;  but why should I
care when they did not care for me -

do not lament the ones who
did you down, who found you
wanting and searched the town
elsewhere for a better face, a fairer
horizon;  I have greater

loves than these, lost those more
dear.  Here, today, it is snowing
and the sky is grey:  so pretty,
so quiet - I take refuge in my
Dickensian hideout, need to lose
my ire, commune with those who
matter, allow the 

present to hold sway and focus
on the next fence, the next
stile.  My heart and I have come
so very far, climbed so high

I swear my mother and father
can see me here, on this peak,
from Olympus and their paradise
of peace.  I will reach them
one day when I will be released
like a dove from a cage

that knew true love on earth
and the true price paid to leave.

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