Category Archives: Courage

“I Wonder at the Courage”


“I Wonder at the Courage”

I wonder as I sit here at the courage of a single given life
Recreated through the doctors’ whispered hints
In three directions, through all leads, a glint
Of knowledge gleaned from ct scans, machines; what remains is strife,
Tailored wisdom and finite knowledge make it theirs:
There was no goal to match prescriptions filled,
Until the tests concluded a fait accompli in what stilled
My heart, and though I had with innate acknowledgment declared
My soul forever, they who dreamed otherwise in moments, seconds, turned
To pace their a priori, ex cathedra divinities, while my parchments were buried,
Displaced in bureaucracies and medical clichés. Though they carried
My thoughts, theirs were air raids. Mine they summarily burned,
Longevity’s ashes made redundant in the theory they took for my age;
and while a single word or passing glance should bridge and brace
To seal my declaration’s eternity, they simply demurred and closed the case.


…painting above by Mario Perez;
below by Michael Gauche…

…in interaction and appreciation of the poetic words of Alexander M. Zoltai…

All is
Lost but the
Chance to
Lose it

…in interaction and appreciation of the poetic
words above of

Alexander M. Zoltai… []

Aptly expressed; a delicious thought, actually.
There is unequalled truth to this, the bailiwick
of those who know no doubt that blessings and curses
of this life are in fact inexhaustible, inextinguishable.

What is left then, but Creation, itself? What courage
does it take to approach all aspiration and consummation
in the ashes? Every planet’s doom is reunion with its star;
every star, its own appointment with the beginning

and the end of all that matters and energy’s just what’s left over.
And perhaps this is, after all, the raison d’être
for the inexhaustible,
the indivisible, inextinguishable

pain or sorrow, joy or bliss
within the mansions of this world.
If it is of God, it will last beyond leaving,
and as the longed for inauguration into the Next.

Be it the either which, expressed quite simply,
the Heavens and Earth may cease to exist–
in fact must in the end expire–but His Word
will never pass away, and neither the one

privy to Its existence;
and like all that is, we are in the end,
indivisible, inextinguishable.
Whilst we breathe, so, too, breeds our sacred company,

so, too, our own clear magnification in direct proportion
to recognition of one another and in the reality
of His oneness, our own dear being,
indivisible, inextinguishable.

“Lest We Despair”

“Lest We Despair”

Lest we despair, there are always wondrous souls
Who do not merely feed the ether, drain abundance,
Neuter actions, waste the oneness
In common bounty with dalliance in quotidian goals.
So where lies the dignity of despair, the drift, the all,
The strength, the constancy, the very point
Of light save in these special souls adroit
In what it takes to make the least at nightfall?
Benchmarks that mark a life of thought and inspiration,
Luminaries allowing shelter in shades of night are not at all
Deterred or long delayed by the earth’s rotation nor do they stall
As prey to some glorious thrall but follow through to consummation.
The globe abounds in cycles, seasons and the daylight vulgar hours,
Kenotic moons to drown the noise of madness as the midnight flowers.