There I Made My Church

Flying above the torment and fray,

the blood drops from my wings


The scars I carry to then remind,

the true cost delivery brings


The clouds incumbent upon my soul,

their cover not to hide


But frame a backdrop of life ahead,

where on Angels wings I ride


My time below and my time above,

both present in me now


As the essence calls from which I’m made,

to return and shout aloud…


“I traveled the earth both far and wide,

its truth did I then search


But wisdom came to me instead

—and there I made my church”


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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