A Haven Safe

I write for the

aberrate visitor,

that stumbles upon my words

 

A buried shaft

for them to mine,

a voice that can be heard

 

Each poem baptized

as a child,

redemptions holy source

 

To comfort those

in pain and loss,

escape from their remorse

 

A secret voice

for searching ears,

that wander then alone

 

A haven safe

to offer hope

—and welcome them back home

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)