Regrets Of A Coward 1 Poem by Roy William Gotaas

Most of the world is foolish:

What means or matters anything

But clean love under wide skies walking

And the calling of larks beside you?



I tell you this, man-child to child,

From the pain of innocence bloodied

On blades of failed intention

In the dark, lost ways of easiness:



So much more courage was needed,

To walk in open places under the revealing sun:

To see my One and be seen for what I am:

A very foolish warrior, made perfect in her glance.