Sacred stories are not real
But rather Real
Is what Fr. Greeley would say

Sometimes I hope
Sometimes despair
Still basketball I play

My youngest son is 6
His little lego bricks
At home are on display

We live and die
We know not why
In my solitude I pray

For some kind of peace
The lies to cease
And for a kinder day

I like Red Pine
Eucharistic wine
And the silence of the Way

Sometimes you enter the Dragon
Sometimes you ride the Tiger
Sometimes you have to slay

Gratitude, real gratitude
His birth in Santa Rosa
Our time near San Francisco Bay

So much fear
Still I hold dear
And deer my fears allay

I Thai wai
As they walk by
Ni hau and then xie xie