She may say I asked
. Asked just who you were
True, so true, I asked
. But asked it not of her.
I cast my question to the Wind
. Exposed myself to Sun
My hope could not begin
. Without answer from The One.
Is this Your creation,
. Is it meant to be on Earth?
Not miscalculation,
. Not some virgin birth?
Next I asked the statue
. That graces public square
Fine Beauty put on view
. Sustaining every glare.
Is this a friend of yours
. Did you meet in Rome
Or was it on these shores
. Such beauty calls this home?
March 20, 2010
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