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


Star Dust

I think that I am heart and soul
But I’m told I’m made of star dust
My essence formed of earthenware
The matter of ten billion years

Who compressed us in a little ball?
Then ignited with one breath –
All dreams, all futures – tiny dots
Dispatched with ne’er an afterthought

The same who promises to discard
The dark glass we view the world through
And the full extent of Majesty
Will descend on us like gravity


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



A steady stream of force and motion
Surges past my wooden pew
Discharging what some call devotion
Time reels – then follows through

Devotion anchors faith and heeds
Not one can float adrift
Bury deep the tiny mustard seed
Your deeds, your song, your soul He sifts

May the oil in your lamp swell
Have you heard?



How different life would be
Had ignorance been my forte
But I have always comprehended
Both the predator and the prey

Pretension extends neatly
Between the two extremes
Artless chatter parallels
The omniscient primal scream

A monk with rope girded round his waist
In silence weighs the two
Then stretches out beyond the brink –
To both he bids adieu