What’s left of my remembrance,

  now all that stokes the fire

 

What embered in the springtime,

  the winter does expire

 

To douse not once but then again,

  that spark which set me free

 

My wood left burnt with forest bare

  —and darkness all I see

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Fifty years a poet

More than that a man

My spirit held in ransom

Laura’s captive once again

 

Fifty years a poet

And all those years a boy

The written word a treasured gift

  —my soul’s most precious toy

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

For a mountain to be high,

 a valley must be low

 

But inherent in both,

 one truth is to grow

 

Dimensions and colors

 and polar extremes

 

Self-serving the obvious

 —while missing the dream

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

 

Science will never prove

The existence of God

Science will never disprove

The existence of God

Its physics pre-emergent

Its logic self contained

If anything, a tool

To measure what’s at hand

But like the foundry never

Retaining the artists spirit

Quantum theory will never

Define the Creator

Both simple and complex

Defying contradiction

It’s inside the deepest paradoxes

That we come closest to God

And within those contradictions

Become truly ourselves

Emerging from the great mystery

 —both transcendent and divine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

Belief and knowledge,

 master and slave

 

The truth higher given,

  facts rearrange

 

Belief and knowledge,

 cursed to define

 

The weakness of reason

 —transcendence divine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

The dirtier the world,

  the cleaner the verse

 

The need becoming greater

  —when the call most perverse

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

With age,

My sword

Is deeply scarred

But its edge

Honed twice as sharp

 

With age,

My words

Are penned in blood

All flowing

From the heart

 

With age,

I embrace what

Truth reveals

And am humbled

By its power

 

With age,

My light burns

Free at last

To illume

 —my final hour

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Present past and present

  future

 

Holy Trinity with the here

  and now

 

Three states that bind all

  known creation

 

Defining when but never

  how

 

This very instant the past

  calls forward

 

The future answers

  from a timeless path

 

Where all three join and

  walk together

 

To bless this moment

  —the one to last

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

There are no other words

  that better describe…

 

So I rethought the terms,  

  future and past

 

Bringing them into my

  perpetual present

 

To feast in the moment

   —instead of fast

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Locked inside my indecision,

  death opened up the door

 

And let me look inside my fear,

  which I hated and abhorred

 

The view not half as frightening,

  as the deception and the lies

 

And its arms extended toward me,

  standing frozen—eyes on mine

 

My steps then hesitated,

  and its threshold wasn’t breached

 

As I watched the door shut slowly,

  todays outcome never reached

 

But a key was left before me,

  to unlock what’s yet to know

 

Of a still uncertain future

  —through the doorway I was shown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)