Imperfection...
  —the DNA within every art form

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

With one foot in the future
  and one foot in the past

Eternity hangs between them
—its prescience first and last

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

There’s a poetry to life,
  that gets lost between the lines

A secret in each memory,
  that the future often finds

A stillness born of movement,
  that will last beyond today

Salvation in this moment,
—as eternity has its say

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

“You’re only as strong as your weakest link,”
  the Postman said out loud

“Space creates room to get lost or expand”
  he shouted out so proud

True wisdom appears when it chooses the time,
  it has always been that way

It’s the ear out-of-tune that hears only the wind,
  —when eternity has its say

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Tonight,
I was ready to die
But death
Wasn’t ready for me

Tonight,
I was ready to die
From the past
And a future unseen

Tonight,
I was ready to die
But the light
Of salvation rechose

Tonight,
I was ready to die
But the door to eternity
  —was closed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Tonight,
I was ready to die,
But death
Wasn’t ready for me

Tonight,
I was ready to die
From the past
And a future unseen

Tonight,
I was ready to die,
But the light
Of salvation rechose

Tonight,
I was ready to die,
But the door to eternity
—was closed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

The present is in your future,
  the present in your past

The present a sacred mystery,
  its moment to unmask

The present is in your memory,
  the present in your dreams

The present neither begins nor ends,
  —eternity set free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

Salvation rises,
  only from the depths
  of the unsure

Its light ablaze,
  exposing fear
  while pronouncing the cure

Redemption hovers,
  over death and its
  pestilence below

Casting all there reborn,
  in the warmth  
  of eternity’s glow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

A song yet unsung,
  my prayer in the wind

A blessing assured,
—eternity’s hymn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Can time be discarded
  by reading your work

Your wisdom a birthstone,
  eternity’s mark

With experience salient,
  thoughts never to age

A voice for all seasons
  —the words of a sage

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Caught in the same web
  of insecurity

  —we write

To ease the pain, to emancipate
  the joy

  —speaking truth to our doubts

Freeing them upon the wind, all
  questions unanswered

  —as our voices escape

Crying out names that only heaven
  will know

  —while eternity smiles

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

As of late,
  I have developed a new best friend

It’s my younger self coming
  to visit my end

I look in his face,
  and I see a new truth

I look in his face,
  and I see more than youth

Now more like my father,
  I more like his son

The beginning he carries,
  from whose ending I run

He tells me he’s followed,
  but I never looked back

Always looking beyond,
  what my fear could attack

He approaches me close,
  but we’re never to touch

The distance between us,
  life’s meaning as such

For most of my days
  I planned dying alone

But now in his presence,
  every memory reshown

He points to my heart,
  as his eyes fly within

His vision, my vision
  —eternity’s twin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

Touching the sunrise,
  immortality burned

Touching the sunrise,
  infinity returned

Touching the sunrise
  time left in the dark

Touching the sunrise
—eternity’s spark

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

The last door now open,
  freedom’s been found

The air burns electric
  the words different sounds

To fly unabated
   with heavens consent

En masse celebration,
  the god’s do relent

All feeling enraptured
   new joy to be shared

The journey, the struggle
   —salvation ensnared

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

In the depths of the forest,
a lone candle burns

That light into forever,
your spirit still yearns

In the trees and the darkness,
its promise burns bright

With eternity waiting,
—and just out of sight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Wrestling in heaven,
  two Archangels beset

An arm bar on hell,
  to the devils regret

Scepters now grapple,
  as eternity waits

One rule to pin down,
—a reckoning at stake

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)