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I dared not hope to glimpse Heaven
Nor sit on Contentment's throne;
A darkened abyss was my domain
And Love's radiance unknown

There was no cause for dreams to stir
Or my senses to run wild;
The indifferent ebb and flow of Life
Left my weary heart beguiled

I preferred the grave to this fate,
But you rolled away the stone
And drew forth my cold exhausted breath,
Replacing it with your own

Quietly you opened the door
To my heart and entered in;
Your loving words, spoken faint and low
Spread joy where sorrow had been

Like the muted flutter of wings
That guide a bird to its mate
Came the gentle whisperings of Love,
Silencing the voice of Fate

And so this heart, dying in degrees
(Lifeless though it seemed to be)
Bounded with glee when it heard your voice . . .
At last!  Love had called to me!
You’ll never find out
where you might have gone
If you don’t leave
where you’ve been

You’ll never approach
who you might become
If you change
with every whim

You’ll never discover what’s
over the hill
With both feet stuck
in the sand

You’ll never discern the
right from the wrong
Indecision
—your command

(The New Room: January, 2024)
I remember the day
you borrowed my pain
“Take it,” I told you
no need to explain

It’s shopworn and battered
each scar duly earned
Its weight a true burden
of prophecy spurned

Then when you’ve finished
the torture complete
Find a new soul
to will it discrete

But no matter what happens
or how much you cry
This loan is forever
—forever goodbye

(Haverford College: January, 2024)
Meant To Be

    As sure as the Earth is spinning
As sure as a baby cries
As sure as in nature, caterpillars
Will always become Butterflies

As sure as the four seasons
As sure as puppy dogs wag their tails
As sure as every Witches story
Will always include a book of spells

As sure as time will pass
As sure as the Churches ring their bells
As sure as every good suit jacket
Is synonymous with its lapels

As sure as a teenagers heart will break
As sure as the flowers need the rain
As sure as the sound of loneliness seems
To be the whistle of a midnight train

As sure as a wedding needs bridesmaids
As sure as the rivers flow to the sea
As sure as true opposites attract, Baby
You know our love was Meant To Be

Written By:Charles Kean
01/26/2024
All men are created equal. He said.
She raised her eyes, and shook her head.
Lost inside passion
with burning desire
Vision refocused
in tunnels of fire

Screams of delirium
christen the night
Darkness a metaphor
tainted delight

One then another
the virgins do fall
Lascivious demons
unleashed in the hall

Till daybreak approaches
new light on the way
The beast back in harness
—this evening to stray

(The New Room: January, 2024)
If life is
purposed
rich and wide
verse is your reward

A written
portrait
left behind
— called to meet the Lord

(The 1st Book Of Prayers: January, 2024)
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