For Jack, a Blessing

May you increase in wisdom:
The gift of God to Solomon,
And the first gift I ask for you.

What are life and wealth,
What good fortune or fame,
If a man has not wisdom?

Seek wisdom above all these,
For a discerning heart and mind
Will be required to administer justice.

May you increase in stature:
A strong tower to those around you–
One to whom the helpless will run.

Let your physical strength be a sign
That you have the inward courage necessary
That a man must have to lead–and to be led.

For strength is truly known in weakness;
Your humility before God and the Church
Will show the world your true power.

May you increase in favor with God and man:
I pray that you will be a man among men,
That yours will be a life deserving of praise.

But let this not turn you aside from the path;
Do not create for yourself a calf of gold
Out of man’s approval or others’ desires.

Know what it is the Lord requires of you;
Act justly, my son, and love mercy;
Above all, walk humbly with our God.

May God give you all these and more,
May He make straight your life’s path,
And may you follow wherever He leads.

“And Jesus increased in wisdom and in stature and in favor with God and man.” Luke 2:52


What Does That Mean?

It’s your favorite question to ask me
When I’ve skipped a step in my logic
Or try to slip a version of the truth past you
And you catch it and throw it back at me.

But it’s also an easy fallback for you
When you don’t know how to feel
Or don’t want to take your turn to speak
And want me to continue revealing myself.

It’s a sign that our conversation has reached
A point beyond what words are capable of,
Where we feel–don’t think, don’t speak–
And communicate in looks and gentle touch.

The Brink of Eternity

And she said to them, “He is not here.”
“He’s gone.”
Just like that, I guess.
A son, a brother, a friend
Who’s no longer with us.

I can’t explain the palpable emptiness.
I’ve heard the good die young,
But I didn’t believe it
Until now.
Now I wonder if there’s truth in it.

But we all stand on the ledge together:
The brink of eternity
Whose void stares up at us
In somber silence,
Asking us to ponder our places here.

This, this is the last great test of faith–
To where it all comes down.
And my friend, my brother,
He passed.
And now he’s gone from the world.

But in this death, he yet lives,
For even now, his life’s purpose
Is being accomplished.
Even now my friend is teaching me
To number my days.


A poem for Kenneth King, 1991-2016

You were one of the music-makers:
The men who painted the world in songs
With large brushstrokes and peculiar details–
Who built up cities and tore them down
With words and with the trumpet sound.

You were one of the men with many faces
Who fearlessly took the stage of this world
And grabbed the spotlight with a message
That held the world-audience captivated
By the life of the God-man you celebrated.

You were both a lover and a fighter:
Loving those who few others would,
Fighting for those without a defender.
You were, by all accounts, a righteous man;
Not unwilling to die, not afraid to take a stand.

You were one I was honored to call friend,
With whom I could always laugh and smile,
On whom I knew I could rely at any time.
Although now you are no longer with me,
I know you’re only continuing your journey.

You, Friend

Forgiveness can heal any wound,
But it cannot change the past;
And now you have heard from me,
It will not change the future.

Loved once, then lost, still gone,
And there is no swaying from this–
No straying from our new paths–
We are too far down separate roads.

And though you may turn to follow,
You’ll find me long gone, friend,
Unless friend is what you name me,
Then you shall find me by your side.

Now, And Then Forever

Alone but not lonely seems like something I could do.
It’s not that I think you doubt me in this;
Perhaps I just need to explain it to myself:
From now until forever: not daunting, not easy…

I have my career, you know–that’s something.
I can occupy myself for some time with a purpose,
And if it is not enough, there is always the pipe
And time set aside for solitary rumination.

And there may be friends in my life,
Though I can’t promise myself that;
Those are things I seem to lose along the way:
A lack of effort, I suppose–no reason to keep them.

But I will always have my writing, if nothing else.
Now there is a friend who will stay by my side,
A friend to whom I may confide in all times,
One who is somehow able to return my efforts at love.

I know a friend who will read this and think,
“Doesn’t he know he has me? The others?”
Yes, I know–I know. But you aren’t here.
And I need someone here. Now, and then forever.