The Solitary Road


Come and walk with me,
he said.

So I followed him.
We walked along a path 
as seasons and weathers changed.

Then he said, 
You must go on alone now 
and so I did.





The Lighthouse


You see a light in some people 
that you don't see in others; 
it doesn't blind you 
but you know it is there.
 
In others you see darkness and pain 
and in most 
you see nothing — 
only a dull light 
that never goes up or down,
no flicker. 

I prefer the lighted ones; 
everytime you see them 
it is like the flash of a lighthouse. 
You cannot miss it.





Confessional


I thought about finding out if 
there was a Catholic church close by — 
I could go and confess my sins.

Then I thought about it for a while.
I could be in the confessional box for quite some time,
In fact the priest might need to ask for a break or fall asleep.
No — best keep them to myself.