Will your writing change when death comes to call,
knowing it’s time for goodbye

Will each word become richer, each memory dear,
in the limited by and by

As finality beckons, will conviction resolve,
each day meaning more than the last

Your faith shaken then stirred, all verses called back
—eternity’s epitaph

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)

Each mind is a filter…
the wheat from the chaff

Each vision dissected,
to cry or to laugh

Each chance in the moment,
to live or to hide

Each reason a marker,
to vow or belie

Each leaf that has fallen,
the price that we’ve paid

Each morning recalling,
which bed is unmade

Each voice in the distance,
one name on the wind

Each memory unspoken
—to call from within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)