The fact that God has survived
in spite of religion
May be his greatest miracle
—of all
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Storm Warning
A hurricane of stimulation,
a tornado of thought
Blowing through the vast unknowing,
our natures to be caught
When doubt sits high on light’s horizon,
storm warnings there portend
Whose cyclones of enlightenment
—with hailstones shape and bend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Je Ne Sais Quoi
Inferable, unknowable,
all senses on fire
Beyond contradiction,
sans myriad liars
Its vision unstated,
true knowledge unfeigned
Born into our souls
—its silence to reign
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Silence Most Deadly
The intention of silence…
to expose or deceive
Its power much greater,
than most would believe
Sometimes to say nothing,
speaks loudest of all
The quiet most deadly
—when falsehood befalls
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Each Moment Anew
As a Poet,
I don’t have to prove what I mean
Or reveal the pigmentation
of colors that gleam
Or the height of an Angel,
compared to a Man
Or whether the Devil,
cannot or then can
As a Poet,
I don’t even have to explain
The temperature of a sunrise,
or a sorrow unplained
Or the width of my paper,
the length of my pen
The fact that I’m sitting here,
tautologies end
And thus as a Poet,
I’m free to espouse
The beauty around me,
without saying how
The magic that marvels,
never revealing its trick
The hat with the rabbit,
the joy in the mix
All Poetry a lens,
through which others can view
Life’s focus e’er changing
—each moment anew
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)