If every day to matter
If every moment counts
If every word to chant and sing
If every phrase be stout
If every coin pound sterling
If every debt marked paid
If every feeling dubbed divine
—salvation pre-ordained
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
An Empty Reference
Are all notions of time a trap…
The perpetual present
The greatest one of all
Are all capsules of existence
Just graves we dig for ourselves
Each shovel full of denial
Burying us deep
—within an empty reference
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Before His Throne
We have no idea where it goes,
when the spider leaves its weave
We have no idea what’s left to dream,
when the sandman robs of sleep
We have no idea the day nor hour,
when our maker calls us home
We can only hope that the love we’ve shared
—is enough before his throne
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
From ‘The Book Of Prayers’