Woke
Aroused from slumber With your arms around me You kiss my neck I awaken And you disappear And if I could just go back to sleep I could feel you so close to me again.
Tomorrow
November 3 TomorrowIf you let yourselfGet in the carDrive through the nightAnd knock at my door,I’d fall into your armsMake love for hours.You’d make breakfast in the morningI’d do the dishesWe’d listen to musicAnd read the newsTalk about the presidentAnd plan to change the worldBut plant flowers insteadAnd after a dayOr twoOr a weekOr a…
Utopia
October 28 Island where all becomes clear.Solid ground beneath your feet.The only roads are those that offer access.Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs. The Tree of Valid Supposition grows herewith branches disentangled since time immemorial. The Tree of Understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple,sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It. The thicker the…
Partial Lines About You
You are the shepherdWho found me wandering in the hills. The soldier who saved meFrom the rabble and crowd.
Two Good Ones
She tries to writeBut, words won't come.Hundreds of terrible poemsAnd two good ones. This was my first paid poetry. I receive $1 from Quatrain.fish, a website that published one four line poem every day and paid the writers $1.
Choosing a Patron Saint
I've decided I need to choose a patron saint. If Julian of Norwich had been cannonized, I would certainly choose her, but lacking her Sainthood, I can't very well have a Patron Saint who isn't a Saint. I'm not sure if I should be choosing someone who I can emulate, or choosing someone who is there…
The Angelus
Finally memorized the whole thing... The Angel of the Lord declared to Mary: And she conceived of the Holy Spirit. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and…
St. Lucia Day
After six weeks of attending Sunday Mass, and a few noon Masses, I went to my first Feast Day. Santa Lucia had always been celebrated in my house growing up, as my mother's best friend was Swedish. I sang the Santa Lucia song all the way home from church and declared to my "Godfather" that…
All Saints Day
On November 1, 2013, I attended Mass with Father in the pulpit. This was the first time I felt a call from the Church. His homily said, "The only difference between you and the Saints in the statues in this church... the only thing that makes these people Saints, and not you, is that they…