White light shining
With so much left to give
Needing help from the divine

The breaking from obsolescent designing
Lets life pass through a sieve
Towards a white light shining

There is no sense in opining
Unexpected moments we cannot relive
Without help from the divine

No one hears the whining
Or offers their will to forgive
When the white light shines

Yet we hang on a spiritual lifeline
Our souls seeking another day, combative
With help from the divine

So we go to the next day with everything fine
Putting fate behind us, sure to outlive
The white light shining
With help from the divine

Michael rested. Sixty four days
of fasting in the bowels of
Parkhurst prison finally
freed his rebellious
soul. Teeth loosened,
sunken eyes, and a punctured
lung left Michael a free man
whose soul left his
body unbroken.

A legacy of inspiration or detest,
It depends…

Michael eulogized a great man
who refused to compromise
with the power
brought against his cause. The Roman
Catholic priest paid homage
to the fallen, using his pulpit to acknowledge
the struggle of the Irish and
the expense of freedom those
from the north were willing
to “pay for in full.”

An Archbishop, schooled in
philosophy and theology,
known for his wisdom, impatience,
anti-violence commitment, and a man’s right
to justice, struck down Father Michael
for his “utterances” on Irish affairs. His flash of lightning
came quickly and represented a mortal
exorcising of the perspective,
understanding, and preaching of Spe Gaudents,
so easily professed by the pompous Holy one.

Three men, each a champion of
commitment to causes. Michael Gaughan,
standing for the plight
of Northern Ireland. Michael Connelly,
ministering on behalf of
those against the cruelty
existing in prisons
and the strength of individuals
choosing to resist. George Dwyer,
walking in the maze of personal
responsibility, church doctrine,
and political survival.

Only God knows which man
was correct in his actions. One
used force to help his tormented people.
Another forced to take leave for
ministering on the rights of men to
be free. The third
forcing his will, with the
weight of his authority,
to be just like the system that
brought three willful men

SONY DSCAn ability to move freely,
Might be difficult for a moral leader
When his piousness is seen by others as mealy,
Turning his soul into a gushing bleeder.
If not for our God given utility
To take stock and think
Like a Common Man of Singular Nobility
By penning our decisions in ink
And letting others know how it is
When the salacious snoopers of purity go to far
Taking a man’s privacy, something he thinks is his.
That’s the time to call the rats what the are.

When people make it hard to stay
Better to take leave and get away.


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Darkness brings about life
Where spirits take off in flight
Letting go of anger and strife
In the stillness of night

When spirits take off in flight
Thoughts fly to the afterlife
Particularly in the stillness of night
But death need not be rife

Thoughts of the afterlife
Weigh a spirit with fright
But death need not be rife
When one has gone to the light


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