Ecclesia de Veritate

Do we worship a concept

we cannot define

 

Do we dig for a treasure

that we’ll never find

 

Is the belief that it’s there,

enough to forge on

 

In perpetual failure,

no words to our song

 

Do we feel we’re the closest

when the bottom falls out

 

To be left further back,

and then bandied about

 

Does it even exist,

is it worth all the pain

 

The searching and fighting,

and what’s there to gain

 

Enduring the hardship

its pilgrimage holds

 

Because life without truth,

all body—no soul

 

To die unenlightened

and scarred from the search

 

Still a legacy worthy

—in veracity’s church

 

(Augustinian Cemetery: September, 2020)

Augustine Was Right

Time an illusion,

to make sense of reality

 

Reality an illusion,

to order and place

 

Order an illusion,

to all that’s a given

 

What’s given Divine

—indefinable Grace

 

(Villanova Chapel: September, 2020)

‘A Tribute To Augustine’s 3 Tenses Of Time,

Present Past—Present Present—Present Future’

Wanton & Lost

The suddenness of desertion,

the emptiness of time

 

Abandoning each moment,

as clocks strike their chime

 

And wherego the hours,

once used and cast off

 

Are there auctions and markets

for each second that’s lost

 

And who’s to recount

the old wishes unprayed

 

With days ever changing,

and voices relayed

 

The end a beginning,

the beginning an end

 

To drift in its circle

—time never respent

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)

 

 

Too Late For Sorrow

While bending the rules,

and strattling the line

I pushed every limit,

calling it mine

 

Tearing down fences,

defiantly proud

The direst warnings,

rebutted out loud

 

One last price to pay,

its ticket to stamp

Shadows concealing

my spiritual ramp

 

Each vow that I’ve broken,

those things left undone

The man I became

—a life zero sum

 

(Bryn Mawr College: September, 2020)