Pre-Ordained (+2)

If every day to matter

If every moment counts

If every word to chant and sing

If every phrase be stout

If every coin pound sterling

If every debt marked paid

If every feeling dubbed divine

  —salvation pre-ordained

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

 

An Empty Reference

 

Are all notions of time a trap…

The perpetual present

The greatest one of all

Are all capsules of existence

Just graves we dig for ourselves

Each shovel full of denial

Burying us deep

  —within an empty reference

 

 (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016) 

 

 

Before His Throne

 

We have no idea where it goes,

  when the spider leaves its weave

 

We have no idea what’s left to dream,

  when the sandman robs of sleep

 

We have no idea the day nor hour,

  when our maker calls us home

 

We can only hope that the love we’ve shared

   —is enough before his throne

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

      From ‘The Book Of Prayers’