Flying above the torment and fray,
the blood drops from my wings

The scars I carry to then remind,
the true cost delivery brings

The clouds incumbent upon my soul,
their cover not to hide

But frame a backdrop of life ahead,
where on Angels wings I ride

My time below and my time above,
both present in me now

As the essence calls from which I’m made,
to return and shout aloud…

“I traveled the earth both far and wide,
its truth did I then search

But wisdom came to me instead
—and there I made my church”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)