In Our Hearts (+4)

The fact that God has survived

 in spite of religion

May be his greatest miracle

 —of all

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Storm Warning

A hurricane of stimulation,

 a tornado of thought

Blowing through the vast unknowing,

 our natures to be caught

When doubt sits high on light’s horizon,

 storm warnings there portend

Whose cyclones of enlightenment

 —with hailstones shape and bend

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Je Ne Sais Quoi

Inferable, unknowable,

 all senses on fire

Beyond contradiction,

 sans myriad liars

Its vision unstated,

 true knowledge unfeigned

Born into our souls

 —its silence to reign

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Silence Most Deadly

The intention of silence…

 to expose or deceive

Its power much greater,

 than most would believe

Sometimes to say nothing,

 speaks loudest of all

The quiet most deadly

  —when falsehood befalls

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Each Moment Anew

As a Poet,

 I don’t have to prove what I mean

Or reveal the pigmentation

 of colors that gleam

Or the height of an Angel,

 compared to a Man

Or whether the Devil,

 cannot or then can

As a Poet,

 I don’t even have to explain

The temperature of a sunrise,

 or a sorrow unplained

Or the width of my paper,

 the length of my pen

The fact that I’m sitting here,

 tautologies end

And thus as a Poet,

 I’m free to espouse

The beauty around me,

 without saying how

The magic that marvels,

 never revealing its trick

The hat with the rabbit,

 the joy in the mix

All Poetry a lens,

 through which others can view

Life’s focus e’er changing

 —each moment anew

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)