Blessed To Begin

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