you
you are quite timid, my dear.
words so soft-spoken
that the wind must stop
to catch you fears.

                i. i know you
                   sit in the front pew of the church,
                   yet you don't sing.

why does your hair cover your eyes,
and your head gloom so low?
why does your presence
not glow?

                ii. i know you
                    know every answer,
                    but you don't say a thing.

you
you my dear, are more than
skin covering bones.
you mustn't let your temple
be overthrown my sticks and stones.

                *iii. i know you
                     contrast every human being.