My poetry selfish,
a teacher I’m not,
my message once for saying
Instruction a tool
long missing and gone,
imagery not relaying
The ivory tower
a dungeon to me
where freedom goes to die
The wind in the willows,
a hawk on the wing
—my verse to course and fly
(The New Room: October, 2021)
...Et Spiritus Sancti
Born fully human,
more fully Divine
Our Savior upon us,
existence sublime
The sum of three persons,
all persons as one
His love in the mystery
sent down from above
A choice beyond question,
its truth beyond fact
All faith in transcendence
—unsetting the trap
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)