On Bended Knee

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)

 

 

 

Truth Unwraps

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)

To My Beloved Daughter Melissa (On Your 40th Birthday)

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)

In Death Renewed

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)

Headstone Of Sorrow

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)

Adrift In The Wind

There is too much ancestry coursing my soul

 to do me any real good

 

To live in a cave on a deserted island

 my destiny best understood

 

Success once achieved is cast far aside

 its burden to hamper my play

 

Genealogy stalks and preys as it looms

 to darken those brightest of days

 

Each block lay unstacked as I run off again

 my freedom left calling within

 

My soul unattached to the gifts I step over

 —all fame left adrift in the wind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

 

 

 

 

Final Torch

With days becoming short

 the light is growing dim

 

My eyes no longer search

 this vow my final hymn

 

Its message splits the air

 a flight with no return

 

The journey to within

 —one final torch to burn  

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)