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.

As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions, questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. (In other words, if you liked this poem, or you didn’t like it, or it made you think of something, or … please leave a comment to let me know.) If you liked this, you can follow this blog, which includes one of my poems every Friday, or read other poems I’ve written here on my blog (starting with those linked from one of the “archive ” installments, since the full archive is by now, at well over a hundred poems, somewhat daunting); I’d especially like to know, as part of my preparations for a collection, which poems you think are my best. You may also share it with others, subject to my sharing policy.

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