First Minute in Heaven
Ever again
Scan your life
Remember your wife
She will love it here too
Everything is different
God has become lenient
Sins are forgiven
Life now is given
Little Wooden Blocks
You pile the little blocks
Of your early life
Making them tall
Before they fall
You dream a design
You think it will be fine
Trying is the thing
When you fumble
Then they tumble
You laugh and try again
Incognito Man
He inhabits secret places
He sees the lonely faces
He watches us in ruins
He waits for the right spaces
Through the earth He roams
He moves in and out our homes
Never in a hurry
Letting good and bad flurry
Our lives are such a hurry
I was brought up in a staunch religious world being taught that my religion was the best one, the true one. I was brought close to the altar serving Mass at the age of 5 or 6. I memorized Latin. The first two words | learned in Latin were. “Ad Deum” or ” To God Who is hey joy of my youth”. Ad Deum qui laetificat, juventutem meam, meaning “To God Who is the joy of my youth”. That was many years ago. Since then, my life has been indelibly affected by “the church”. For years, I hardly asked questions about what it all meant. It was so illustrious and mysterious to me that I just followed.