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)

Can you ever prove a negative,

  have you ever really tried

 

To show that God does not exist,

or love not verified

 

‘To Be Or Not To Be’

is then a half-truth at the best

 

Belief a claim you can’t defame

  —with logic its unrest

 

(St Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

 

“We live between

the beasts and the Angels”

 

 On this topic

Augustine was right

 

Our intellects bear

what our impulses share

 

Separating the wrong

from the right

 

We live between

the Lord and the devil

 

Each claiming a stake

in our souls

 

As primates absolved

into humans evolved

 

Two halves

—of a now different whole

 

(St Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crawling across the desert,

Running through the wilderness,

Walking across the ice

 —searching for the truth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

A Poetess schemes

A Poetess dreams

In the thick afterglow

Of what’s never to know

 

Her feelings unsure

Her words premature

Her voice still unnamed

 —her suitor unclaimed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Escaping the prose…

I hid in the verse

 

My mind to compose,

instead of converse

 

Defying description,

I sang through the notes

 

And placed my inscriptions

in lyrical rote

 

I chose to hear music

over reasons again

 

To dine with the mystics,

where forever begins

 

And when forcing my pen

back to stories untold

 

The Muse starts to darken

—threatening Kobolds

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Immersed in dark matter,

it fights not to hide

 

A target blood red,

and covered in lies

 

It cries out for justice,

it cries out in pain

 

Until an arrow strikes deeply,

truth firmly ingrained

 

Its point bringing light,

its shaft driving home

 

A message of hope,

into falsehood atoned

 

And deep in your memory,

a last orphan screams

 

Renamed in the vengeance

 —rebirthed in this dream

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

If God and Heaven don’t exist,

  their facade is fine with me

 

The simulation of a thought so pure,

will satisfy my needs

 

So take your theories and quantum math

painted corners left to dwell

 

I choose the beauty of a life divine

disproven—not dispelled

 

(St. Thomas of Villanova Chapel: June, 2019)

 

A Prince of Life,

A Prince of Death,

two courts for him to flee

 

One horse disappears under a

ransomed moon,

a drawbridge now unseen

 

Eyes close tight

and turn within,

all royalty disowned

 

As the King calls once

and the Queen calls twice

—the Jester on the throne

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Days and nights,

all yes and no

  —indecision in my dreams

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)