This collection is inspired by Patrick’s residency on Coastal Long Island. In a great many ways, life is but a long island in the way that we experience and participate with the world.
A moment in time—
I was overtaken—
Covered in Light and Shadows
Which lead me to thinking—
‘Where do they end?’
‘Where do I begin?’
So I asked them—
And this their gracious reply—
I bowed my head in sweet submission.
Inspiration is a fickle non-stop
Mesmerizing insights shaken with
Relevance and irrelevance whisked into
Muddled viscosity strained through
Quenching see-through diluent poured
Held by carbon-bound chalices
11 September 2020
Nineteen-years and counting—
In those days we stood together—
We held each other up.
Party didn’t matter—
Nor did state lines.
We were a country—
Before all else.
We just can’t get beyond it
And onto Holy Saturday and Easter
And New Life
Instead we remain up to our necks
In all that keeps us from pressing forward
Onto that Saturday
To observe a holy pause
That we may Rise and Rush onto the verdant fields
Of that Sunday
Of New Beginnings
Of Unbounded Joy
Of Forever Peace
Saint Mary Oliver
I just know we’ll be friends—
in that which comes next.
A pair of whistling swans—
enwrapped in rapture.
Now listen, you do not have to be “good”—
You only have to be—
Present in the procession of moments that is your life—
Taking each and every one of them on-the-nose—
The good, bad and yes, the ugly—
Walking submissively alongside your Creator—
Honestly and wholeheartedly—
Trusting the providential process—
Receptive to each and every lesson taught—
And most important of all—
Being grateful for making the journey.