WE THREE
We came to be
In a trinity of days
Though separated by years
1 and 9
Form a perfect 10
He perfects all
Which concerns us
May our lives
Continue to be blessed
By the liturgy
Of the hours
Which is the praise of God
September is a time
Of life’s last
Burst of beauty
In God’s glorious cycle
Never ending
Bringing joy again and again
Who knows
What all those
Ones and nines
Were meant to portend
Of such knowledge
We should not pretend
Feedback Form

Poem 46
Walk With Your Dark Side
It is always there
Like a shadow
Like a shadow