As days become short
the more precious each hour becomes
Memories lengthen
to stretch like the rays of the sun
Time is unfolded
its layers unmasked to expose
This moment transcendent
—the past and the future deposed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Victory is a lover
—that must be wed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2014)
My first breath every morning
a thank-you to the Lord
My heart beats then in tribute
single note in heaven’s chord
My last breath every evening,
as I close my eyes to sleep
To thank him softly once again
—his grace now mine to keep
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
From ‘The Book Of Prayers’
Written for my Grandchildren:
Kiley, Hunter, Braden and Parker
In a region divided
on a hill far away
A last echo subsided
quiet ruling the fray
The soldiers asleep
fate waiting for dawn
New blood to be spilled
ever right—ever wrong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
An unknown voice cried
out from the abyss
As the nameless got in line
with the rest
Promises offered
lies to reclaim
As the devil called out roll
from his list
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2014)
With feelings still timeless
eyes not to cloud
The Reaper waits patient,
his claim has been filed
From outside he savors,
inside I smile
The music has changed,
with my heart still in step
My vision most clear
no lens to correct
As days take their toll
on what’s left of this shell
What spirit embodies
—death never quells
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
What the eyes have not seen
—the heart cannot feel
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
If you’re not being taken seriously
—write it down
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
The more we think we know
the more deceived we truly become
Accumulating knowledge
—the deception of time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
If doing what’s right and winning
could only be the same
Our world would strike the final match
—all politics in flames
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
An Anthology Of Perception 