Good morning to my brethren, our time has begun.
Let’s don our garb; share a toast and all have some fun.
It’s finally St. Paddy’s day, cheers to one and all.
Our heritage’s expansive, though our part may be small.
Diaspora may dilute our tasty brews of green,
the potency of the day now not clearly seen.
But snakes can’t writhe when we happily parade.
And a festival it is and never will it fade.
From Pagan and Druid to the trinity of leaf,
a saint named Patrick triumphed over grief.
His plight heroic and his resilience reinforced,
a feast deserved, though now locally sourced.
With homage to our forebears, together we shall stand.
Today I’ll wear my green and gladly shake your hand.
Our faith in worldly friendship unites, dare to be bold.
Good luck to all and may you find your pot of gold.
If love is blind I need to see no more.
The vision in my mind’s everlasting and pure.
If love is blind the future I now see,
our senses felt as one, together you and me.
If to know love’s blind the truth then is clear.
Each time I close my eyes her touch is always near.
If to know what you feel your sight then is set.
Eyes see each other and stare with no regret.
Life’s multiple choice
Our answers lessen with time
Questions grow harder
Fears prevail feared
Tomorrow’s today’s earned
All will rise, some learned
Life is bad when sad
Or grand when on clouds we stand
And glad for the hand
Theologians seek the heavens,
Astronomers the stars above.
Philosophers seek the meaning of life,
Poets seek only love.
The devil’s in the details
There’s enough to fill a book
Good or bad become a blur
The higher up you look
Faith adorned upon the sleeve
Or chained around a throat
Taking solace in salvation
While giving little note
Somewhere writ “thou shalt not kill”
This would seem to say it all
They’re simple words to live by
If only we’d heed the call
Or pick and choose words to use
Suffice to make a pennant
Rally around on sacred ground
Then rent it to a tenant
Swaddled in our presentation
Is a tolerance for damnation
Defending of a man-made notion
Is this vast imagined nation
With a patting of backs
Preserving of merit
We share the rounds
To spread the tenet
With finite time defining sin
Demanding of others penance
Then timeless regurgitations
Refining of the conscience
These details are the devil
There’s never enough to please
Yet bad and good become more clear
The deeper down one sees