Morning Prayers
Where am I
to go?
What am I
To do?
Next Steps??
I am weary.
I ask:
I want wisdom.
Have hesitancy.
Have dreams.
Always have headlights
reflected
in my eyes.
Sleeping with Dead Soldiers
He tasted sea salt
Somehow feeling nothing.
Feet and legs overhead
Noise was awful.
This one, he saw
his blood.
It hurt so bad.
Then, the scream.
MAMA, HELP ME!
Popcorn Jesus
Deep inside His skillet
The searing heat swells
It is a hell of sorts
The only hell
He ever made.
Hell with a purpose
Hell to be thankful for
Hell with a burn
Hell that makes us turn
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.