The soul is not

 by nature born

 

Or by the earth

  breastfed

 

It kneels before

 loves distant star

 

Whose light

 —its promise wed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

A mind can love

 an atheist

 

But a soul must wed

 to God

 

Each troth professed

 by self possessed

 

One vow

 —to rise above

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Does infinity

 come in sizes

 

Does forever

 stop and start

 

Does totality beckon

 then fall away

 

 —dissolving into parts

 

Is gravity

 a lost dimension

 

Is pure mathematics

 number free

 

Is a concept real

 if it’s never been thought

 

  —undiscovered reverie

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

 

Oh, to be good

 at something I hate

 

Oh, to be bad

 at something I love

 

To lose what I love

 to gain what I hate

 

Ill tempered indifference

 —lost grace from above

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

 

No matter how great the versing

 writing always lacks the note

 

That music plants inside our souls

 words by their nature rote

 

Its melody takes you skyward

 all reason left behind

 

Pure joy out front to then surround

 —what substitutes as mind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Can time be discarded

 by reading your work

 

Your wisdom a birthstone,

 eternity’s mark

 

With experience salient,

 thoughts never to age

 

A voice for all seasons

 —the words of a sage

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The nature of being,

 its whole and its parts

 

The nature of being,

 its fits and its starts

 

The nature of being,

 the old and the new

 

The nature of being

 —to me and to you

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The word ‘ABOUT’

 is like a ladder

 

From what is

 to what may be

 

Each rung a step

 in our perception

 

Climbing higher

 —to be free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

Often it’s just sound,

 searching for meaning

 

Until there’s a voice,

 and words start releasing

 

Then it’s the story,

 as language takes form

 

Together now one

  —as ever before

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

We all believe in something,

 some choose to call it God

 

Belief the common mantra,

 we’re living in awe of

 

Be it physics, space, or prophecy,

  a credence young or old

 

Many candles through the darkness burn

 —with one light to behold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)