What was sadder - my missing his passing,
Or my eschewing his saintly advice?
A precocious young man in his prime, with
A score of years on humanity's edge,
I was resolute to travel beyond.
My fate was sealed by Priority Mail -
No one could deter me, let alone the...
Old priest who had seen something good in me.
My life beckoned like chum in a dead sea;
I was torn tween' my mentor and hunger.
Lusting for an untold reality
I left never shedding a tear that night.
I was showered with material wealth;
Yet something was missing, I knew not what.
In a dream a vision beckoned to me;
It showed me the folly of my new ways.
Two days more in an ominous letter
I learned my best friend would pass very soon.
I knew what I must do and do it now;
I knew in my heart where I had to be.
As I thought hard over what I would say -
Time I got to town destiny had changed.
And my sage mentor I would never see.
Now they call me Father, we are as one.
June 14, 2017
Categories:
priority mail, conflict, destiny, faith, journey,
Form: Blank verse
Problems, appear to arrive by priority mail,
Solutions, seldom ever, are sent first class.
But God won’t allow them at your doorstep,
Without concealing his solution in the grass;
Get on your knees and search for it.
Problems that go to bed with you today
Always get up with you tomorrow.
Tom
Categories:
priority mail, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme