The Man Behind the Shadow

I let you run...

to the roughened fields where daisies grow, 

to where the river is shallow. 

For I want you to live.

I let you seek the man behind the shadow,

and make peace with your own truth.

for i want you to be free.

 I let you speak,

of love and hate.

I let you preach,

of   courage and cowardice.

each word, heals then it pierces.

I listen again and again;

for I believe.

I let you wear your mask of life,

without a question,

without a doubt.

for I myself wear a cloak.

I let you in, 

without asking your  name.

a man behind the shadow, 

the one I fear. 

©jenh2012