finding my true soul

perceptions leading to plenty

in my purse is to be worldly wise

and practical like the tractable

triumph i first sought much

while sacrificing my sympathy

to small, a single sheep that compels

a sacrifice of success, a  prosperity

for ninety-nine in the fold of safety

but that Nazarene seeking me

taught the folly of not tracking

the lost in whom is my true soul

also lost, waiting to be found

© henry victor     02.01.2004

the phantom cento

i know what the caged bird

feels about you and me who invade

woods; these are, i think i know

dear to him moving towards the river

some evenings i roamed the moor

beyond the bounds of snowy mountains

while you sat under the tree in autumn

moving stone to bronze and to steel

munching a plum or pulling out your thumb

watching phantoms in the changing crowd

while my hair cut straight across my forehead

that all people in Greece disliked and hated!

© henry victor       11.01.2016