By distant moon
Date: 2008 Aug 29
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A voice above the crowd, righteous and annoyed,
assails me for my choice again;
but she won't pulverize my nights, a slighted rejoice
winds right past my vocal cords.
And though I hang my head and sigh, the shepherd up ahead
calls my name in my line;
tells me
it's my time
to walk along this aisle;
though shadows grow longer towards the sun
I'll walk that way till I'm done.