From Mystery To Mystery

May the Father look deep into our eyes
And see His Son.

May the Father look deep into our lives
And find the footsteps
Of His Son.

May the Father look deep into our loves
and feel the crucifixion
In our bleeding hearts
Of His Son.

May the Father listen deep
Within our praises,
Taking pleasure in the echo,
The cannon, the oratorio,
Of the one and only
Empty tomb.

To A Friend And Brother

Load your brush and lay down an underlay of tears,
Load that brush again and sweep down the years
A transparent layer of green life mingled
With golden faith,
Crimson love,
With broad stokes highlight details
In plys of words and vibrant colours,
Let them suggest the way
Your life should go,
Work from general to specific,
from darkness to light,
From ignorance to know,
Verse to verse,
Let itself your poem write,
Bolder as you grow older,
From faith to faith by word and colour.