XVII am but a part, if only
to surrender. I have already
lived far too long.
I Love Him
Cautiously, he listened, easily able to distinguish the sounds of the forest from the sounds of men. He heard the shouting, but just as easily heard the whispering. Though low and barely audible, nevertheless it was there, the whispers of those creeping through the pine forest, stealing over the forest floor, trying so hard to be careful, quiet, not wanting to make even the smallest twig snap. It didn't matter: he could hear them, hear their very thoughts. He knew what they wanted of this Son of Man, the questions, the requests, the pleas. For the first time he was frightened. How easy it would be to hide, but not now. Hiding was no longer in the plans. So, he sat quietly, still, like the mighty oak
