I Kneel And I Pray

Will the words come,

  will the words go

 

Are they forever,

  how do I know

 

What do I think,

  what do I feel

 

Memory escapes

  a spoke off the wheel

 

Written in blood

  spoken in rhyme

 

Forever to echo

  forever sublime

 

Daffodils scatter

  a wolf howls at bay

 

Nighttime has answered

  —I kneel and I pray

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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