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)

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)