A storm is coming,
  the sky will cry

Each cloud a tissue,
  old light to die

The gale once gone,
  all hope renewed

From end to end,
  the picture blue

The circle spins,
  the cycle turns

What came before
  must then return

The seasons frozen
  by grand decree

One reason chosen
  to set you free

All time a servant
  His master plan

The past and future
   just also-rans

This moment precious,
  this moment blessed

To live within you
—your heart at rest

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)