Sages and broomsticks,
  motherless pearls
Witches that threaten,
  fatherless girls
New curse of the ages,
  old grudges remain
A coven of stages,
  to hide from the rain
The mark then of Satan,
  the touch of the Lord
The death plated sunset,
  and winner forlorn
This trap now a quandary,
  and you must break free
As with all soiled laundry,
  to burn once unsleeved
The truth is not distant,
   its first word never feigned
And the peace that you’re seeking
  still inside you unclaimed
So let go of the dogma,
  and the medals will melt
As new songs to arrival,
  you will write most heartfelt
But the moment is now,
  and the moment is clear
Once the moment is christened,
  new joy spins from fear
So to those who still threaten,
  with eternity ******
Say:
        “Away with your blasphemy,
          stop where you stand
        These wings have now sprouted,
         my eyes looking in
        A new life has been gifted,
        —I’m blessed to begin”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)