To my father
(2013)
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…