Lord, is it selfishness to, in my heart,
Enjoy the fierce affection that I feel
For one on whom your glory seems to rest,
But to say nothing to her of that sight—
To seek her good in silence, born of fear
(Or so I’ve told myself) of what might be
When I have friendship’s maybe-lesser good?
I wrote these lines almost a year ago, filed them as a “fragment” to try to write an ending for later, and nearly forgot about them. Now that I’ve pulled them out again, this feels less incomplete in itself than I had remembered (though another stanza would not have been amiss), so I decided to post it as-is.
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