A Positively Poetic Priest

the soundtrack of a lifetime simple settings in the background a table here, a chair over there the carpet pathways carrying the melody of daily routine the patterns only we can see punctuated by the harmonies of the intersection of our lives with others 10/6/17

we are sounds without words haunting melody it curls around the mind changing mood, imagination what I know as home became deeper sunk in memories subconscious amniotic fluid the voiceless cry of a lone viola stringing through the wind my heart provides accompaniment beneath (3/7/17)

Nature or nurture is a question Only worth asking given its fallacy Dichotomies are lies in a gradient of colors Nature and nurture work together A melody that makes good use of dissonance Within its intricate staves are parts Unheard by human ears at decibels Not understood by time's conniving fingers Let us soak in nature's nurturing The salt, herbs, bacterias, aculturing weathers That bind us to our place as generations Make their home in the grasp of befriending land

Today I wrote two it seems. Sometimes this poetry thing is quite a surprise to me.  Mr. Cohen had a point When he sang that cracks Are how the light gets in Cracks are also how we can hear the waves Of music wobbling through Down the time soaked corridors From when you and I tried to fathom How we could be alone together And feel a wholeness we did not know How it pains me to admit My weakness as my strength My heart still seeks to love Despite the world's greatest efforts Though we strive perfection's way We rebel with honest integrity And the idiocyncracies of each machine Reminding us of imperfection's endearing qualities  Love is a crack we were not meant to find Without the maturity to understand Yet who could understand the holy trinity  Of faith and hope and love divine  Without the immaturity of time We grow more intricate, every passing thought Making what is solid impermeable  Giving light a third quality, white the culmination of all the colors, joy...