Bond

Bond

It is an odd phenomenon to find
your phone spewing messages that mind
the homily you heard (and even read
before) at Mass repeating in your head.

What it does speak of is the import
better understood when shared and nothing’s lost
until the words have sunk and been writ off
to memory And, when recalled, a smile

shall lure it back to sing a voiceless sound
of amity. Of promises unsaid
between the lines professing guarantee.
The words are not just characters but oaths

of what an office holds if it were sworn.
For friendship is an ark, a covenant
between two sovereigns, two vows of trust
and confidence. It is a heart espoused

by fellow heart, it can’t renege, it must
epitomize the certain courtesy
of pacts. As strange as inspiration strikes
a poet’s block, this stroke defies the odds

and squeezes in, insistent, and persists
because, it later dawns, the purpose went
according to no plan, it was as plain
as breathing out or in, a glad refrain.

That, almost like a twin, the other note
gave birth to an allegiance to the fact
is testament to faith between, among,
the Triune One and man and other men.

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I'm married to a lovely, loving woman who blessed me with two wonderful sons. Poetry is my passion, even if it's on a mood level. Like, I'm a geyser one moment and drained the next. Each outpouring, however, is a personal testament to truth, a poem being empty were it phony. I got the genes from my Dad, who passed away, in 2003, at 77. He was my most avid audience. There are other inspiring sources but Dad was the darnedest. Instead of miss him, I fill the void with verses.

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