A Haven Safe

I write for the

aberrate visitor,

that stumbles upon my words


A buried shaft

for them to mine,

a voice that can be heard


Each poem baptized

as a child,

redemptions holy source


To comfort those

in pain and loss,

escape from their remorse


A secret voice

for searching ears,

that wander then alone


A haven safe

to offer hope

—and welcome them back home


(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)