When you give the horse his rein

 —it’s more about the chase than the hunt

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

 The greater the question

 the more futile the answer

 

Truth open ended

 —opinion be damned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

What man can’t understand

 he often chooses to believe

 

Where lying just beyond his grasp

 all faith and dogma bleed

 

What man can’t understand

 he follows blindly ill conceived

 

A void to fill as darkness hides

 —a fantasy supreme

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

The cruelest thing about life

 —is that it can be taken away

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

Liking what things are supposed to be

 instead of what they are

 

I spend my life in wondered lust

 not near, yet so afar

 

Wishing the truth not what it was

 but what it was meant to be

 

I spend my nights in wish filled dreams

 —my faith on bended knee

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

 

 

 

My life has been folded over

 at least a hundred times

 

With twilight comes exposure

 and a reckoning sublime

 

Each crease a thing I’d never done

  each fold a place I’d hide

 

Now one by one the truth unwraps

 —my secrets open wide

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

Trapped in time waves a banner

 spelling ‘truth awaits’

 

But being first is the flag

 —that flies forever

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

Your voice called out early

 when I needed it most

 

And you turned me around

 providing great hope

 

I was lost till you found me

 from the heavens beyond

 

And the love that you sent

 in my heart would grow strong

 

I knew it was you

 calling out to me clear

 

In the depths of my wandering

 your voice was so dear

 

You opened your heart

 and my spirit was yours

 

A life we now share

 with each day evermore

 

As the years have progressed

 our memories have grown

 

Through marriage and distance

 and grandchildren sewn

 

You rescued my spirit

 when I needed you most

 

From my depths of refusal

 you vanquished the ghost

 

I’ll never be able

 to thank you enough

 

For the light that you brought me

 your angelic touch

 

And I still need you now

 more than ever before

 

To love me and guide me

 to save me once more

 

From the future you called

 in those darkest of times

 

My heart yours to reign

 —cherished daughter of mine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May 2, 2018)

Old by the numbers

 refusing to give in

 dying younger than the years prescribed

 

All feigned adulthood

 to others entrusted

 refusing life’s final goodbye

 

The music now was the music then

 with one great love to see

 me through

 

My body to the soil

 my mind in defiance

  —my soul in death renewed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

Did you wear your life out;

 did you use it all up

 —what are you saving it for

 

We’re all running headlong

 toward a hole in the ground

  —that the past and future insure

 

Are you stuck on tomorrow

 lost in wishes of things

 —hoping there’s still more to come

 

Will your headstone bring sorrow

 to those mourning your loss

 —inscribing what never got done

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)