Blessed To Begin

Sages and broomsticks, motherless pearls Witches that threaten, fatherless girls New curse of the ages, old grudges remain A coven of stages, to hide from the rain The mark then of Satan, the touch of the Lord The death plated sunset, and winner forlorn This trap now a quandary, and you must break free As with all soiled laundry, to burn once unsleeved The truth is not distant, its first word never feigned And the peace that you’re seeking still inside you unclaimed So let go of the dogma, and the medals will melt As new songs to arrival, you will write most heartfelt But the moment is now, and the moment is clear Once the moment is christened, new joy spins from fear So to those who still threaten, with eternity damned Say: “Away with your blasphemy, stop where you stand These wings have now sprouted, my eyes looking in A new life has been gifted, —I’m blessed to begin” (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)