I cannot accept the sacred and solemn
as private of the Popes and Bishops,
Kings and Judges.
On the various facets of daily life,
in the streets, avenues and alleys,
houses and hovels, by
hugging a friend long not seen,
returning an unexpected smile,
giving a hand to the child and
listening to an elderly,
stopping to hear the birds
and the buzzing of the bees,
admiring the beauty of the horizons
and the flowers of the gardens, and,
for the exasperation of all the demons,
making love, not war;
there is genuine a solemnity,
also grandeur and nobility, as
at the cathedrals, palaces and courts.
And so we go easily moving
heavy and hard wheels of time,
towards uncertain and unknown days.
Published in Red Wolf Journal, August 10, 2016.
Published in Whispers, November 16, 2016