Augustine Was Right

Time an illusion,

to make sense of reality

 

Reality an illusion,

to order and place

 

Order an illusion,

to all that’s a given

 

What’s given Divine

—indefinable Grace

 

(Villanova Chapel: September, 2020)

‘A Tribute To Augustine’s 3 Tenses Of Time,

Present Past—Present Present—Present Future’

Wanton & Lost

The suddenness of desertion,

the emptiness of time

 

Abandoning each moment,

as clocks strike their chime

 

And wherego the hours,

once used and cast off

 

Are there auctions and markets

for each second that’s lost

 

And who’s to recount

the old wishes unprayed

 

With days ever changing,

and voices relayed

 

The end a beginning,

the beginning an end

 

To drift in its circle

—time never respent

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)

 

 

Too Late For Sorrow

While bending the rules,

and strattling the line

I pushed every limit,

calling it mine

 

Tearing down fences,

defiantly proud

The direst warnings,

rebutted out loud

 

One last price to pay,

its ticket to stamp

Shadows concealing

my spiritual ramp

 

Each vow that I’ve broken,

those things left undone

The man I became

—a life zero sum

 

(Bryn Mawr College: September, 2020)

Spiritus Vitae

Short in stature,

long in fight,

the zealot stood his ground

 

The odds unfavored,

no end in sight,

 victory still unfound

 

The daylight haunting,

the body count,

the field a sea of blood

 

A bugle blowing

for one last charge,

advancing through the mud

 

With force depleted

but spirit whole,

his voice heard far and wide…

 

“Into the jaws

of certain death

—for glory now we ride”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)