Born of perdition’s rage
and damnation
his life was spent in vain
Orphaned by every dead-end street
where darkness hides
the greatest pain
Fear his lone relation
among shadows
with no escape
Living disowned on burial row
cursing each gravestone
—dying in place
(The New Room: September, 2023)
Salvation Divine
This poem I read
at the end of my life…
As I bid you adieu
from the joy and the strife
A verse filled with hope
and with love from within
To carry inside you
my song on the wind
I’ll try not to preach
as others have done
But rather beseech you
your songs yet unsung
To love with the strength
that’s God given inside
And to love even more
in an unending rhyme
These words are my gift
I bequeath you today
In the hope you’ll remember
what I last had to say
For I loved you all deeply
your kindness I sought
And remember now sweetly
those blessings you brought
So I leave you this morning
and bid you farewell
I leave you together
pledged hearts here to dwell
All strength in your sharing
my love to remind
Your redemption awaits
—salvation divine
(The 1st Book Of Prayers: September, 2016)