The Ballad of Freddie Potter
Hard not to notice
His acting like POTUS
Born in a bees nest
In this life
Like a bee who
Lost its stinger
His life did not linger
He died before manhood
In a fire
Weeds
Weeds are the reminder
Evil doesn’t go a way
In this generation
Nor does aggravation
Sorrow or pain
Only fear can go a way
Because I said
Fear not
I am here to stay
Eternity is Stretched Out
Eternity is stretched out..
It has wings
That do not move
In flight
When flying highest
Time is of no essence
In eternity’s presence
Time is like a brace
On legs in a race
Infinitely out of place
In freedom’s face
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.