Magdalena,

 your beauty known

 

Magdalena,

 your wisdom shown

 

Magdalena,

 firm and steadfast

 

Magdalena,

 communed repast

 

Magdalena,

 so loved a man

 

Magdalena,

 his blood in hand

 

Magdalena,

 though history scolds

 

Magdalena,

 your heart withholds

 

Magdalena,

 much more than friend

 

Magdalena,

 —the truth contends

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

 

The fences and billboards

 disappear in the sanctum

 

As theory is abandoned

 —and true knowledge takes hold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

With each tick of the second hand

 the immeasurable on trial

 

Imagination deposed

 all parameters set free

 

The Poets acquitted

 the logicians suicidal

 

All reference and syntax

 —imploding at light speed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

The older I get,

  the more distant they seem

 

The past and the future,

  reality’s dream

 

The older I get,

  the deeper it feels

 

Distraction aborted

  —the moment revealed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

Contentment has set in,

  all restlessness gone

 

The hour growing short

  —the day forever long

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Should God destroy a mountain

  because you’re afraid of heights

 

Should the sun stay fixed forever

  to keep away the night

 

Should the birds all sing in unison

  drowning out the siren’s call

 

Should the questions all have answers

   —with you master of it all

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

A poem is never truly finished,

   a song never finally sung

 

As words and lyrics age the silence

  —all time forever young

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

I often walk a mile,

  to go just fifteen steps

 

I often write ten pages,

  for one line that dries and sets

 

I often talk a blue streak,

  listening for that special word

 

And often love beyond my heart

  —with grace sent from our Lord

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

     From ‘The Book Of Prayers’

Lay your feelings out there,

  put them on the line

 

Send your fear back down to hell,

  forever to remind

 

Evil in submission,

  darkness wrapped in fright

 

The devil muted with your words

  —prisoner of the light

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

In three thousand years of philosophical thought

 what in fact’s been changed

 

Has a sorrow been healed or steeple been built

 resulting from the game

 

The essence, the theory, the logic, the proof

 all couplets lacking rhyme

 

In the end all victims chained unto themselves

  —prisoners of time

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)