In three thousand years of philosophical thought
what in fact’s been changed
Has a sorrow been healed or steeple been built
resulting from the game
The essence, the theory, the logic, the proof
all couplets lacking rhyme
In the end all victims chained unto themselves
—prisoners of time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Lights Prisoner
Lay your feelings out there,
put them on the line
Send your fear back down to hell,
forever to remind
Evil in submission,
darkness wrapped in fright
The devil muted with your words
—prisoner of the light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
With Grace Sent
I often walk a mile,
to go just fifteen steps
I often write ten pages,
for one line that dries and sets
I often talk a blue streak,
listening for that special word
And often love beyond my heart
—with grace sent from our Lord
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
From ‘The Book Of Prayers’
Aging The Silence
A poem is never truly finished,
a song never finally sung
As words and lyrics age the silence
—all time forever young
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Master Of It All
Should God destroy a mountain
because you’re afraid of heights
Should the sun stay fixed forever
to keep away the night
Should the birds all sing in unison
drowning out the siren’s call
Should the questions all have answers
—with you master of it all
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Deliverance
Contentment has set in,
all restlessness gone
The hour growing short
—the day forever long
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Revelation
The older I get,
the more distant they seem
The past and the future,
reality’s dream
The older I get,
the deeper it feels
Distraction aborted
—the moment revealed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)