You can’t think your way to faith,
all reason unadorned
Or speak to what is felt inside,
self-knowledge most forlorn
For those invested time must bow,
a legion unto one
As seas will part and bushes burn
—in rapture’s kingdom come
(First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)
Muted & Alone
In the poverty of sound
hides a final goodbye
Mortgaging the silence
with debt to decry
A tenancy of sorrow
with melody banned
An orchestra homeless
—foreclosure at hand
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)