Poetry…
arresting the mundane
acquitting the spirit
Convicting
all redundancy
—freeing the truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Poetry…
arresting the mundane
acquitting the spirit
Convicting
all redundancy
—freeing the truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
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)