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His Voice To Call

The Crucifixion self-endowed,

 the greatest of all men

 

His death then chosen, not denied,

  message not forsaken

 

His torment was a sacrifice,

 an offering to all

 

Our souls to rise through bread and wine

   —his voice again to call

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

         From ‘The Book Of Prayers’

Salvation Divine

This poem I read

 at the end of my life…

 

As I bid you adieu

 from the joy and the strife

 

A verse filled with hope,

 and with love from within

 

To carry inside you,

 my song on the wind

  

I’ll try not to preach,

 as others have done

 

But rather beseech you,

 your songs yet unsung

 

To love with the strength

 that’s God given inside

 

And to love even more,

 in an unending rhyme

 

These words are my gift,

 I bequeath you today

 

In the hope you’ll remember

 what I last had to say

 

For I loved you all deeply,

 your kindness I sought

 

And remember now sweetly,

 those blessings you brought

 

So I leave you this morning,

 and bid you farewell

 

I leave you together,

 pledged hearts here to dwell

 

All strength in your sharing,

 my love to remind

 

Your redemption awaits

 —its salvation divine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

My Back To The Past

Sharing blood, but nothing more,

   family slipped away

 

Into a memory locked in steel,

  old thoughts safely at bay

 

All contact denied, memory entombed,

  though close their bodies stay

 

Life journeys on, my back to the past

   —until my dying day

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

Great Grandfather John

I love you but I don’t know you,

  I miss you, though you’ve never been here

 

I long for what the years have stolen…

   a vacant memory so dear

 

I feel you across the hallowed spectrum,

  of death and then beyond

 

Where our spirits write the words together…

   different verses—the same song

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

Emptiness Reveals

Loneliness arrives for breakfast,

  anxiety for lunch

 

Rejection for my dinner meal,

  desperation left for brunch

 

Passion came and passion went,

  the nighttime thief did steal

 

And darkness all that’s left to bear

  —the emptiness reveals

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2019)