Tuesday, 29 July 2014

The Price




It is not the burnished gold when exchanged for a king’s ransom
Which holds the highest cost.

Nor the glittering coal in shape of diamond that litter
Hills and valley sparkling like planted slivers of souls.

Not even love itself can compare in expense and virtue
When placed against this other feast.

For in the end, the dearest of all things under Heaven is
The price of Freedom, itself.

bobby stevenson 2014

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