A Tritina: The Question (2010)

The question we must ask ourselves is why.

Yet most of us are scared to ask, for we

Might find the ugly reason for this war.

We claim that we are free to speak, but war

Makes cowards of us all; we don’t ask why

We spend these hundred billions as we

Betray the poor and helpless, nor do we

Dare ask who profits.  Instead we march to war

To die for “freedom,” never asking why.

So why are we so shocked to be at war?

 
   
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Love (2010)

Like sheaves of wheat up-gathered are we all
By Love, who takes us to his threshing floor
Where we are sifted and our husks down fall,
While what is left is ground up more and more
To perfect whiteness, flour for the fire –
The sacred fire that bakes the sacred bread
For God’s high feast of purified desire,
Upon which every soul has sometime fed.
But there are those who wish to love in part,
To have the peace and pleasure, not the pain;
Yet if they let their fear consume the heart,
They’ll never fully witness Love’s refrain –
They’ll laugh, but never fully all their years,
They’ll weep, but never weep with all their tears.

   
   
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