Christmas, 2025, in all its glory comes, To the rhythmic beat of winter’s drums. A year of shifting tides and high cost, Between the treasures gained and spirits lost. No Christmas tree is up, no decorations abound, Just an existence of everyday, where no revelry is found. But on this sacred day, I seek the light, To keep His holy Mass within my sight. I find the blessing in a Savior’s birth, A hope renewed for all the tired earth. No crowded halls or social noise for me, Jus

The Moons of 2025: A Poetic Cycle The frosty glass of January's land, The Wolf Moon rises, spanned by the cold wind. February's air, where deepest snow it keeps, The Snow Moon drifts where all the landscape sleeps. The earth awakens, soft beneath the heel, The Worm Moon breaks the long winter seal. Phlox bloom early, a faint, lovely hue, The Pink Moon glows, beneath the diamond dew. All of the world in brilliant color clad, The Flower Moon arrives, joyful and glad. The shorte

The Captured Gaze (Saint Bernadette in Ecstasy, Seeing Our Lady) The camera flash, a sharp and sudden flare, Did not distract the girl, transfixed in prayer. She kneels alone, though lights and people fill the space, A heavenly wonder shone upon her face. The Rosary beads slipped from her loosened hand, Her soul was absent, in a holier land. Her gaze is fixed where no one else can see, On a memory from the chestnut tree. The photographer stole a shadow, cold and faint, A mome