Your Door: A Poem to My Son

Such is the challenge
To behold a door
To sense all it leads to
While not grieving more

To know if it’s opened
The Divine has willed
To praise, when it’s closed
His providence, still

Forth, amble with purpose
Or wait night and day
But ask for The Blessing
God’s presence, to stay

Concrete

Would it be weak
Were I to cry for the collective
The selves I’ve been
The chance, gone, to them each?

These wheels face West
The light-lit way, daily apparent
Yet my feet are only able to stay
Stumbling in concrete

Andromeda

Before begins the countdown
A single opportunity abounds
Surely you see it

Before I seek a new galaxy
The last simulation
The door closing

Before bedtime today
Knock, You
I’ll deny the universe begging