A captive of your ontology,
a tiger in a cage
Doomed to look with borrowed eyes,
your life played out on stage
You pace the floor incessant,
as anger builds within
And hear the distance calling,
feeling trapped, an alien
Will that trumpet ever reach you,
by whose Archangel you’re reborn
Will redemption come to free you,
—if Saint Gabriel blows his horn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Truth Or Lie
Must God stay beyond our
understanding
His prophecy to conscript
and confuse
Are the Trinity and
Resurrection
Both miracles or only
a ruse
Do we build temples to
our edification
Storing Icons that judge
and decry
Is the Bible fictitious
or sacred
Is Redemption the truth
or a lie
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)