I wrote these heartfelt poems to my daughter while I was incarcerated for 16 years. A part of me hopes that they played some part in helping her grow into the beautiful young lady she is today. May God protect her and look after her now, just as he did when I was inside. Amen…
When I am Gone…
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Surprise, surprise…
So I’m not the only one.
There are others,
billions,
before me,
around me,
and many more to come.
With hopes,
and needs,
and dreams,
Surprise, surprise…
So I’m just an atom in motion,
just a drop in the ocean,
just a sound in the commotion,
just a part of the land,
just a grain in the sand,
just a soul in God’s hand,
Surprise, surprise…
We could escape from prison, but we can never escape from ourselves. We could try to distract ourselves from ourselves by flooding our lives with every luxury our hearts desire. We could try to fulfill every fantasy our minds can imagine. We could do all of this and may even feel “happy” for a while, but soon, that hollow feeling, that sharp painful angst, returns.
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“The language of God is silence” – Rumi
Gather around,
in two’s, three’s, and four’s,
at sundown,
on the last day of fall.
What on earth am I doing here? I asked myself as I stood at the front steps of a quiet cabin in the Yukon while the sun majestically began to rise behind me, unveiling a desert made of snow.
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Mystery: /ˈmɪst(ə)ri/. A religious truth known by revelation alone. (Merriam Webster dictionary)
Here I stand,
between the two eternities,
of past and future tense
in a spec of time
Sublime.
I wrote this poem for my friend Nolan.
He’s been incarcerated since the age of 16. He is now 31 years old.
NOT SAVAGES!
Nolan,
Sitting here before dawn prayer,
Thinking of you,
Mentally reaching out to you.
Wherever you maybe,
I pray you’ll be free.
One day at a time,
Sublime,
Divine,
These words are not mine.
The Journey of the Boy and his Sandcastle 