Read. Write. Repeat. Aspire to be a Janitor.
Forgetting all that we use to be
following shadows down these foreign corridors
watching the ghosts as they walk by,
whispering a hollow tune caught by spider’s webs
and the patter of ancient feet.
Down by the river in haunted Toledo,
I saw a man dressed in satin sheets
peering into the cracks within the walls
muttering a solemn prayer for the neglected saints
dethroned by Christian names.
These tattered rags enshrouding cathedral walls
tell stories of pagan valor and redeemed men
fighting for God and Hope and Country.
This is a testament to their overlooked deeds
planting seeds of longing in our chests.
In the holy waters, my fingers touch the stones
blessed my crooked men, warring for the Lord above
and spilling blood in Jesus’ name.
Draw your eyes to the golden crucifix
and say your penance to a God who
watches in disbelief.
Bridging the Ecclesial, the Academic, and the Political
"Surely I am more stupid than any man, And I do not have the understanding of man. Neither have I learned wisdom. But, the knowledge of the Holy One--that I know." Proverbs 30:2-3
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