Inner Voice

When all have forsaken you
and there is no one there
a voice will come to your inner ear
and say: I am here!
You may deny Him, my friend,
but in the end
you will be close to Him
for He is patient.

How Old Are You?

I watched a boy on a bicycle
stop and question a retarded child
How old are you?
Nine he replied.
What grade are you in?
Two, he answered.
As he rode avay
I heard him say
“poor thing”.

Hands of Prayer

Behold the hands of prayer
that Rodin placed so beautifully together
their strength
their form
their force
within these hands
the heart speaks
the soul responds
and the spirit
ascends into the heavens.

Galloping Words

Along the ridges of my mind
fantasy slips into a dark corral
to seize some spirited mare
stampede realities ground.

I know not what figure
rides the angry steed
nor caprice to stir her on
I will not grab her slashing neck
nor funnel her foul breath
The ride is death.

Strange that you who sired
my psychic seed
should use galloping words
to crush my second birth.

Flashback

Somewhere in the night
a man cries out for help
it echoes from wall to wall
and hangs in the darkness.

Somewhere in the night
a man returns to Vietnam
and a battle explodes in his head.

Somewhere in the night
a man hurls himself against the enemy
and then retreats into a fetal position.

Somewhere in the night
a man reaches out for help
and is strangled by the umbilical cord of red tape.

A Few Dimes

The light turned red
and there appeared
a man of despair
a few dimes
placed in his hand
brought forth
thank you and
God bless you.

How strange we journey
to strange lands
in search of the sacred
when a pilgrimage
through the streets of our city
can secure blessings from the soul.

The Eyes Of A Child

Behold the eyes of a child.
If you look closely
you will see
a parade of faces move before you
children of the world
encircling the globe
each one as precious as the other
color, culture, nor religion
cannot separate one from another.

If you see their eyes filled
with fear, hunger and despair
then be aware
that what you see
is a reflection of the children
around the world
for each is bound to the other
spiritually
for all eternity.

Everglades

Mountains may proclaim His presence
in their awe
but the everglades
reveal His presence in patience.

The Endless Void

With heightened highs
our spirit rides the galaxies
our minds the charioteers
tuned into the harmonics of the spheres
our senses span the endless void
no instruments to regulate our flight thru space
stopped in time
we transcend the fallacies of the mind
and silently streak thru barriers
resonating to an unknown
frequency.

Eagle of Gold

I have seen your wings flexed in flight
on the lectern of Canterbury
and in the churches of Belgium and France
whose doors have been open
for nine centuries or more
what is the purpose of your presence
are you the courier that streaks between heaven and earth
with a divine message
are you the symbol of the glorious heights
we can attain in the ascent and transcendence of our mortal selves
shall we fear the chariots of fire of Jeremiah
whose horses are swifter than eagles
or shall the voice of Isaiah prevail
as your wings comfort us
and carry us above the clouds of despair
hear me oh royal bird
what is the message
and the mission
of those who would fly like an eagle.