To bring forth the truth
— most holy
To bring forth the light
— Divine
(1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2025)
To bring forth the truth
— most holy
To bring forth the light
— Divine
(1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2025)
You love the Ocean
as it comes
I love the Ocean
as it goes
Caught in its tide
of becoming
Washed in the change
— of its flow
(Yarmouth Massachusetts: September, 1974)
Controlling
the language
Controlling
the power
Defining
tomorrow
With words
of today
Converting
the juncture
Converting
the instant
Defining
the moment
With all
that you say
Blessing
your loved ones
Blessing
your enemies
Cursing
the liars
Redeeming
the lost
Asking
new questions
Asking
for answers
Loving
the value
In spite of
— the cost
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Hallowed
are the dreamers
that sit
along the rails
To watch the trains
go rolling by
for places
left unveiled
Hallowed
the anointed
unpunched
their tickets clean
To see through eyes
that time can’t buy
true islands
— in the stream
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
In the shadow
of perfection
time stops
— as eternity takes form
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Papa said …
“Sentimental
people are cruel”
trading what might be
for what is
Filling their plates
with what’s not
on the menu
longing for soda
without fizz
Papa wrote
distant
always bringing it close
while leaving the weak
to surmise
With feeling
embodied
in hardscrabble words
to challenge but death
— so implied
(Gertrude Stein Remembers: August, 2025)
Do you like
knowing
or the idea
of knowledge
The pretense
of perception
or a wellspring
sublime
Political
correctness
or the search
for a moonbeam
Relighting
your way
as you glow
— in its shine
(The New Room: August, 2025)
Not living
longer
but dying
slower
The chemo
dripping
death’s shadow
appears
Each moment
fringed
with a joy
ill censored
The countdown
has started
whose bell
— is near
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Live long enough
and we end up alone
No matter our fortune
no matter our throne
Life will have sway
as our journey unwinds
One breath at a time
— our voices unrhymed
(Augustinian Seminary: July, 2025)
Science
has brought
us closer
to the edge of our oblivion
Nuclear fission
angel dust
processed foods
and smog
Two steps forward
ten steps back
ennobling every dirty fact
as children choke and cry
There’s one award
the Swede’s leave out
that’s missing
on their dais
The Nobel Prize
for mass destruction
as progress masquerades
— unchecked
(Sweden: May, 2008)