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Now Heaven Shone
At eighteen,
I thought that I could write my way to heaven
I'd waltz right in, announce my name, and sit
down on its throne
At twenty-five,
I sat in jail to rot in isolation
my freedom gone, my will deformed,
but worst of all alone
At thirty-five,
I thought that I could write my way to riches
the screenplay bombed, all doors were closed,
and wounds there freshly mined
At forty-eight,
I met a man who told me I was lost
“By Looking Out The Words Won't Come,
Your Truth You'll Never Find…”
By fifty-five,
my path was set-all trails converged as one
the entrance closed, the exit marked,
a road of denser stone
By sixty-eight,
all verse within, the lines reset to music
the darkness gone, my words set free
-all light now heaven shone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
I thought that I could write my way to heaven
I'd waltz right in, announce my name, and sit
down on its throne
At twenty-five,
I sat in jail to rot in isolation
my freedom gone, my will deformed,
but worst of all alone
At thirty-five,
I thought that I could write my way to riches
the screenplay bombed, all doors were closed,
and wounds there freshly mined
At forty-eight,
I met a man who told me I was lost
“By Looking Out The Words Won't Come,
Your Truth You'll Never Find…”
By fifty-five,
my path was set-all trails converged as one
the entrance closed, the exit marked,
a road of denser stone
By sixty-eight,
all verse within, the lines reset to music
the darkness gone, my words set free
-all light now heaven shone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
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Now Heaven Shone
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