How much prescience
did you leave behind
futures left unfelt
How much transience
were you denied
with aces left undealt
How many doors
stayed closed and shut
no matter how hard you knocked
How many chances
did you waste
— as you slaved before the clock
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
Unto Thy Name
A pregnant Nun
in rural France
long cloistered
and alone
While crowned in light
from high above
she kneels before
the throne
Her vows intact
as rumors grow
she lives beyond
the fray
And hears a Voice
from deep
inside
“Unto Thy Name They’ll Pray”
(1st Book Of Prayers: October, 2025)