The Calling (+2)

A gentle fawn weeps

where God has taken a step

 

The forest his cathedral

—pathway to rebirth

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

 

 

 

The Devil Mute

 

Virtue when expressive,

deafens bad intention

 

Its voice to live beyond,

excuses and retort

 

A minstrel plays a song unsung,

as sages rise to dance

 

All words rephrased in lyric tones

—the devil mute and gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

 

 

 

To Will

 

My eyes unleash upon the world before me,

where Heaven wrests all darkness from its reign

 

These sights my fortune gladly spent on freedom,

to rise and fall as sun and moon both share

 

The seasons press their head and tail foreclosure,

to trail the one in front and lead the back

 

As cousins of the changing time indenture,

the same but separate lost within themselves

 

(Villanova On Avon: October, 2019)