With Heart Aglow

Tapping into redemptions dream,

I put my smaller dream aside

 

And reveled in its greater power,

reclaiming truth from lies

 

So blessed in this light ablaze,

than by candlelight unknown

 

In thanks I kindle warm again

recharged—with heart aglow

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Drawers Of My Memory

Each drawer that I fill,

stores something past

 

The future spread out

on the bed

 

As each one closes,

its memories sleep safe

 

Dreams quilted,

and looking ahead

 

Layered inside,

and kept neatly stacked

 

In silence,

their stories unfold

 

Each drawer front embossed,

with a message they share

 

“Open Only If Naked Or Cold”

 

The dresser sits quiet,

its handles untouched

 

As new history begins

with each write

 

And construction resumes,

a new dresser is built

 

To store words that have yet

to take flight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

The Liars Fjord

A warrior can be an artist,

but can an artist go to war

 

Can the craftsman ever breathe the fire,

that tempered the blade he forged

 

The warrior-poet not the poet-warrior,

the difference in the score

 

All fury do his words inspire

—to bridge the liars fjord

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)