Writing outside the body,
in the control room of the mind

The blueprints of our D.N.A.,
left for me to find

The root cause of the madness,
‘where thoughts and feelings meet’

No blood yet spilled, no demons killed,
free will lay sound asleep

The choices raw and waiting,
to be right but often wrong

My pen writes down today’s decree,
in the lyrics of a song…

“With eyes on fire you’ll see your way
through darkness that belies

“While remembering the sanctity,
this womb did once provide

“Decide with what I now endow,
your heart, and not your head

“To faith proclaim, yourself ordained
—and love your soul to wed”

(Rosemont College: March, 2020)