Saint Therese

Saint Therese opened a door
And stepped into a world
Where vanity is draped in black
And hours retreat unheard
Where humility is all the rage
And a soul too small to dodge
Aches to caress the Eucharist –
On forbidden ground she trods –
Braid her hair with edelweiss
A life marked twice by sacrifice



The road to Paradiso
Runs through a field of stubble
Strewn amid discarded millstones
Are lost pieces to every puzzle

The gates of Paradiso
Open with a single knock
Wade through on rising waters
You only have to walk the walk

The chasm deep inside you
Is your calling card
Reach down and stir the emptiness
Submission is its own reward

The table in Paradiso
Is prepared in all splendor
Drink from the cup of vinegar
And feel your spirit soar

Inherit The Earth

We sidle up to greatness
Fame is a nom de plume
While the legions of lowly and nameless
Travel onward in ashen costumes

The garb of dreary simplicity
Somber hues of dry wood and dry hearth
A vast column of squalid humanity
Marches forward to inherit the earth

Blink once and the masses have gathered
Twice and the planet will sway
What you thought was forsaken and scattered
Rises up and seizes the day

Lighter Than Air

I remember the day you floated away
The grass stirred as a breeze sailed in
You lifted and hovered five feet above
Without a smile, surprise or hint of chagrin

A natural course of events you surmised
With no home or hearth or dollars or wife
Only a litany of prayers and good deeds
To show for your life

I wondered, amazed at this humble display
To empty oneself – finish lighter than air
Then drift with ease through the atmosphere
Without worry or loss or even fanfare