The bridge to belief

spans a river of doubt

 

Whose rapids are raging,

whose questions cry out

 

Each step that I’ve taken,

each tread that I cross

 

Brings me much closer

—to what I once lost

 

(Montrose: November, 2020)

Hey Academic,

throw me some facts

Explain to me clearly

each thought you attack

 

Dear Intellectual,

restate and rephrase

Your version of truth,

empty words in the fray

 

Hello Professor,

is the poison pill done

Refilled with your venom

to spread to the young

 

And lastly the Critic

who stands by the wall,

Humpty Dumpty awaiting

your push to then fall

 

While open minds sit

in the cold and the rain,

Your cowardly torrents

bring nothing but pain

 

To all those so cloistered,

divorced from what’s real

Perdition your tenure

—inflamed to repeal

 

(Beaupre: November, 2020)

 

The pages of my life

turn

like falling leaves

as autumn yields to winter

gathering in piles

of remembrance

blowing and scattering

to the four winds

—never to return

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)

Religion and science…

never to wed

 

Like oil and water,

alone in their beds

 

While science defends,

ancient dogma portends

 

Two voices discordant,

to break if they bend

 

For centuries long

they have fought tooth and nail

 

Refusing to budge

out of fear that entails

 

A false understanding,

bells call from within

 

Where marriage awaits

—espoused unto Him

 

(The Book Of Prayers: November, 2020)

 

Lines of immortality,

words on the page

 

Inscribing a vision,

all thoughts to remain

 

Death with her envy,

 corporeal greed

 

Robbed of my legacy

—alive with each read

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

Detached from my consciousness,

the monster attacked

 

Feasting first on my memory,

the front then the back

 

Now living inside me,

all day turns to night

 

Connection—rejection,

devouring the light

 

(Radnor Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

 

Sometimes money isn’t enough,

the wheat rejects the chaff

 

Wealth attained by winnowing gain,

the scarecrow only laughs

 

Sometimes money isn’t enough,

the numbers rise and fall

 

Interest accrues­ as attrition renews

—the richest count forestalled

 

(Valley Forge: November, 2020)

 

The winds of disaster

blow solemn and cold,

sweeping away my heart

 

From out of the North, 

reclaiming my soul

—in torment to depart

 

(West Campus: November, 2020)

 

Ladybugs

outline the memory of my childhood,

marking the pathway of my approach

 

Orange and black

like Halloween candy corn,

tempting diversion—they lure to encroach

 

(The New Room: November, 2020)

You have to be immortal

to placate the gods

 

Time reaffirming

all memory of

 

Creation, destruction,

eternity looms

 

For those who believe

—appeasement exhumes

 

(Calvary Cemetery: October, 2020)