The Mark Of Cain (+3)

Designated driver,

your road to end at last

The choice was yours, mistake inured,

your future now your past

Designated driver,

those high beams in your eyes

A haunting name, the lasting blame

—that night your dreams reprise

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

My Fate...

On the back side of deliverance,

our paths fated to cross

Your road going toward the light,

my direction all but lost

You stopped and turned toward me,

looking deeply in my eyes

Pity mixed with latent fear

—my fate so redefined

(Septa R5: February, 2020)

Equus Speaks

Not what’s written…

but what’s seen

and felt

—then heard

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

An Echo Divine

I do and don’t believe in God,

at exactly the same time

A paradox like the Trinity,

an unwritten verse that rhymes

I feel him inside me with every step,

while knowing he’s not there

I carry his joy within my heart,

though reason not to share

A metaphysical oxymoron,

incomprehensibly proclaimed

And while science tears him limb from limb

 —I still call out his name

(Villanova Chapel: February, 2020)