Silver Boy

My silver boy does not sit in the high kingdom with the others

on their thrones, in all their glory

he is never spoken of with praise from the pulpit

only damned with whispers and condemnations

never a devoted follower to his teacher

they only say of my spirited boy


he who is not loved

he who inherited nothing

Oh, my silver-giver who followed me through hot deserts and hotter villages

who broke bread and sipped wine with me

who I brought into the temple and kissed in the garden

wondering, can there really be any exceptions in a love such as that?