Free to Be
while Joy strolled by my side.
We held hands, forgetting pain,
and laughed until we cried.
We kissed farewell and waved adieu
without grasping to hold on.
This became a treasure true
in Eternity's near dawn.
Trudged along a forest trail
with Sorrow arm in arm.
Tried to smile, to no avail,
then smelled sweet Sorrow's charm.
Her eyes were deep as we hugged goodbye;
I touched her flush-red cheek.
My spirits lifted, oh, so high,
touching Heaven in my being meek.
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Over recent decades, a habit of daily prayer-journaling has taken root. This practice has proven illuminating to the spiritual journey. Honesty has been the guiding principle in writing entries, no matter how painful or befuddled they may be. Out of the jumble of experiences and observations, every once in a while, a poem that expresses a snapshot of life emerges. Having retired from industry and government careers in aerospace reconnaissance satellite systems and from thirty years of pastoral ministry as a Catholic Permanent Deacon, the grandfather time has come to harvest this poetry to share.