Charging into the waves,
the wind at my back
The horizon clear
—its truth left unsaid
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Diamond Of The Soul
May your reasons bejewel in truth
—the diamond of the soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
The Fire’s Burn
Can you understand
without thinking
Can you know more than
your mind can learn
Can you overflow
without leaking
Can you see
—beyond the fire’s burn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Lost—Unfelt
Beyond all critical thinking,
above what’s right or wrong
There’s a different understanding,
where words turn into song
With a deeper sense of freedom,
light shines upon itself
All reasoned dialectic,
left abandoned, lost—unfelt
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
The Truth Is
God does not exist…
existence a material term
Transcending all dimension,
His presence wholly burns
Not temporal or timeless,
His light as knowledge gives
Not forgiving or forsaking
—the truth in God just is
(St. Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Its Unrest
Can you ever prove a negative,
have you ever really tried
To show that God does not exist,
or love not verified
‘To Be Or Not To Be’
is then a half-truth at the best
Belief a claim you can’t defame
—with logic its unrest
(St Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
A Different Whole
“We live between
the beasts and the Angels”
On this topic
Augustine was right
Our intellects bear
what our impulses share
Separating the wrong
from the right
We live between
the Lord and the devil
Each claiming a stake
in our souls
As primates absolved
into humans evolved
Two halves
—of a now different whole
(St Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Across And Through
Crawling across the desert,
Running through the wilderness,
Walking across the ice
—searching for the truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Unclaimed
A Poetess schemes
A Poetess dreams
In the thick afterglow
Of what’s never to know
Her feelings unsure
Her words premature
Her voice still unnamed
—her suitor unclaimed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Threatening Kobolds
Escaping the prose…
I hid in the verse
My mind to compose,
instead of converse
Defying description,
I sang through the notes
And placed my inscriptions
in lyrical rote
I chose to hear music
over reasons again
To dine with the mystics,
where forever begins
And when forcing my pen
back to stories untold
The Muse starts to darken
—threatening Kobolds
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
