Deadly to his enemies,
confusing to his friends
While faithful to his writing,
—all justified intent
Furious in times of war,
in peace his vision burns
But past the fray inside his words,
a gentler spirit yearns
Salvation long then sacrificed,
a fate he can’t deny
A cross that’s left for him to bear,
but still his spirit cries
Through battles mostly heaven sent,
and victories sealed with death
This guilt the price he’s had to pay,
now felt with every breath
One wish at last he prays out loud,
one cry is sent above
“My spear, my pen, my will to live,
I trade all back for love”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Time Will Test
A great man silenced,
his voice at rest
Last stanza written,
—as time will test
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)