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(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
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MY HEART AS RANSOM
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(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
I don’t know if I’m good or bad,
but I’m not for loan
I don’t know if my words will rise,
but these thoughts I own
I don’t know if the questions asked,
will in death rename
I don’t know if this life I live
—will the past reclaim
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Each phrase a gift,
mine to unwrap
The Muse bequeaths,
when spirit lacks
Each word a jewel,
to cut and shine
Together placed
—and shout divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Space in meters,
words in rhyme
Life in color
—truth sublime
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
The future blocked,
by words unsaid
The pasture torn,
its furrows bled
The future blocked,
by words unsaid
The present cries
—its orphans dead
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Charging into the waves,
the wind at my back
The horizon clear
—its truth left unsaid
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
May your reasons bejewel in truth
—the diamond of the soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Can you understand
without thinking
Can you know more than
your mind can learn
Can you overflow
without leaking
Can you see
—beyond the fire’s burn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Beyond all critical thinking,
above what’s right or wrong
There’s a different understanding,
where words turn into song
With a deeper sense of freedom,
light shines upon itself
All reasoned dialectic,
left abandoned, lost—unfelt
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
God does not exist…
existence a material term
Transcending all dimension,
His presence wholly burns
Not temporal or timeless,
His light as knowledge gives
Not forgiving or forsaking
—the truth in God just is
(St. Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019)