In a poem, there is a road heavenly poised.
Juxtaposed: what is and not.
In a poem, there is forgiving...
And forgetting wayward realities.
Morass of faith.
In a poem, beatitude.
God of hope calls.
Disaster is the flesh of a poem.
When multitudes speak.
Heart wavers in a poem.
Mine. Yours. His. Hers.
In a poem, mirror flashes only twice.
Once, life. Twice, death.
In a poem, ghostly voices and indwelling
takes you to a swelling:
of love, loving, being loved.
