A person of the hour, an angel with a past
A martyr and a figure, a staunchly catalyst
Like a pilot who knows her tailor of flies
Like a captain who steers of stormy seas
The rest of the time, blind to our sins
Though not too late to better ourselves
Do not be too hasty to point fingers to others
As everyone is masterly--kicking up a fuss
10.29.16
*Special thanks to Fr. Frank Mihalic, SVD
I’m just a drifter and yielded nothing
No pantry full of food but a few things
I cannot take them in time of ending
A great beyond that’s life everlasting
We come and go even of short notice
I’m just a drifter and yielded nothing
Good time, pleasures and everything
Being too attached with those things
I cannot take them in time of ending
Abode of the blessed is everything
Carry a light load for our readiness
I’m just a drifter and yielded nothing
I could’ve wished anything amazing
I could ever have all the fancy things
I cannot take them in time of ending
And so a homeless soul is besetting
Hanging onto my hat, quiescence--
I’m just a drifter and yielded nothing
I cannot take them in time of ending
10.23.16
Special thanks to Fr. Frank Mihalic, SVD
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