in the vineyard

tell me: why does love go hiding?
it's capricious as the wind:
many times we chase it's sweetness
just to end up lone, chagrined --

love like grapevines in the vineyard
grows in time and unknown ways:
hides it face but for a season
coming forth in brighter days.

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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