Death Never Quells

Through age and infirmity,
  my voice cries loud

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)

 

My Father Instilled

My Mother called out to me,
  I had to come

To the depths of Her longing
  my spirit would run

From four thousand feet,
  She cried clear and loud

And as Her first born,
  I rushed downward and proud

From the Canadian Rockies,
  my destiny ran

Through Glacier and Yellowstone
  where all time began

At Page Her arms opened
  pulling me in

And She welcomed my rapids
  to baptize again

Reborn in the current
  of Their unbroken dream

She shouted my name
  the past-future redeemed

My intention now raging,
  my soul shared with Them

She asked of my Father,
  Her words formed the wind

I said, “He is sleeping,”
  His tears for you melt

His promise now drained,
  His love greatly felt

Her heart pounding furious,
  Her depths I now fill

Her womb I reenter
—my Father instilled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

Depravity’s Eye

Depravity’s eye
  looking at you

Depravity’s eye
  piercing straight through

Depravity’s eye
  asking for more

Depravity’s eye
  destiny’s whore

Depravity’s eye
  calls deeply within

Depravity’s eye
  the wage of all sin

Depravity’s eye
  the price you must pay

Depravity’s eye
—for all that you say

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)