Vision is to
Art
As grace is to
the soul
Not one
without the other
Blanket
against the cold
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Distance Calling
The channel seemed open,
but the tuner was stuck
Its dial had frozen
mixed static and such
The instructions were missing,
and the knobs wouldn’t turn
Its transmission now distant
—all frequency burned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Into My Prose
I need to bring more Poetry
into my Prose…
To spill the blood richer
flowing out of my veins
To reseason the words
going into the fire
To spread the wings open
—on a future untold
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
A Welcoming Hymn
The deeper you care
the more remote you become
What the present reveals
no clock can outrun
The past and the future
for others to know
This journey one-way
where only you’ll go
Those voices who call
pull you deeper within
Not lost but alone
taking flight back to Him
As Jesus and Mohammed
and Crazy Horse knew
The path to true knowledge
doubt ridden and strewn
With the old voices silenced
new voices begin
As your eyes slowly close
—to their welcoming hymn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
New Voices
Nobody knew me,
and that was my choice
The distance I kept
protecting my voice
Though others had promised,
their words fell in vain
My spirit untarnished
whose breath I lay claim
My heart often suffered
the pain I’d been caused
But a force pulled me inward,
all hurt left on pause
This pathway my own,
its direction so clear
Where alone I must travel
—new voices to hear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)