First Destiny Called

Laid with words the writers stone A fortress was columned my only real home The poetry safe as it stammered and tried As my feelings unbridled from the outsiders lies Each year added substance to this home of the verse My thoughts never silenced or my feelings there terse All that’s needed to go there blind captured belief All that’s needed to know is that time is the thief My vision unshaken from this chair with two wheels The advice from the experts to wither and yield But my place more than sacred an invincible throne Independent of body times seed now unsown And the moment before I take my last breath I will enter forever where before I had left The trumpets will sound as immortality calls To that space then my refuge the sum of it all As the memories chase reason the facts storm again But the tents of my solitude keep out their wind For generations that follow and their children that ask This place I now dwell in is for all hard and fast Just believe in its message and its fortune to change Just believe in transcendence with all things the same Until the day that that final trumpet may blow And everything seen is all there’s to know Your message then solid as the door opens wide And those things that are yours to the heavens arrive And the joy that you feel thinking back on it all From that place deep inside —where first destiny called (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)