Insulation (+4)

 Vision is to

  Art

As grace is to

  the soul

Not one

  without the other

Blanket

  against the cold

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Distance Calling

The channel seemed open,

  but the tuner was stuck

Its dial had frozen

  mixed static and such

The instructions were missing,

  and the knobs wouldn’t turn

Its transmission now distant

   —all frequency burned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Into My Prose

I need to bring more Poetry

  into my Prose…

To spill the blood richer

  flowing out of my veins

To reseason the words

  going into the fire

To spread the wings open

  —on a future untold

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

A Welcoming Hymn

The deeper you care

   the more remote you become

What the present reveals

  no clock can outrun

The past and the future

 for others to know

This journey one-way

 where only you’ll go

Those voices who call

  pull you deeper within

Not lost but alone

 taking flight back to Him

As Jesus and Mohammed

 and Crazy Horse knew

The path to true knowledge

 doubt ridden and strewn

With the old voices silenced

 new voices begin

As your eyes slowly close

 —to their welcoming hymn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)  

New Voices

Nobody knew me,

 and that was my choice

The distance I kept

 protecting my voice

Though others had promised,

 their words fell in vain

My spirit untarnished

  whose breath I lay claim

My heart often suffered

 the pain I’d been caused

But a force pulled me inward,

 all hurt left on pause

This pathway my own,

 its direction so clear

Where alone I must travel

 —new voices to hear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)