Poem August 29, 1970 Issue

VILLANELLE FOR THE SEVENTIES

Vera Moulton Green

If He calls me, what shall I say?
   How in the turmoil play my part?
There's something waiting for me today.

Rushing around in sport or play,
   Making a noise or being smart—
If He calls me, what shall I say?

Something within me prompts delay.
   In a week, a month, a year, I'll start.
There's something waiting for me today.

The future offers a great array:
   How can I choose? I need a chart.
If He calls me, what shall I say?

Teach? or foster? or dig? or pray?
   Count the cost, or follow my heart?
There's something waiting for me today.

Shall I go forward or shall I stay?
   Go with the gang or stand apart?
If He calls me, what shall I say?
There's something waiting for me today.

Vera Moulton Green

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