Pop's Poetry

Maybe bad at spelling

But the idea

Of loose faith

Is something ever so

Appealing

 

Dropping the leash

Let go of the reigns

Open my hands and

Let faith free

From my grasp

 

It goes where it wants

And flies to the sky

To find nothing

And everything

As it should

 

I didn’t lose my faith

Just let it loose

It found the way

A path

To return home

 

Pops 2022

Considering, but not knowing
what may come after this life, 
I find it vainly and vapidly fruitless
to hunger for perfect pie in the sky
and oddly calming to think of 
pushing back from the table 
when my life's holy purpose 
is sanely and sapidly consumed.
There is peace in believing:
life is the bountiful feast 
and death, just a gratuity.

Pops 2015

smiling faces, bubbling laughter
forest mists, still quietness
twinkling eyes, breathless whispers
serving hands, kind words
unexpected grace, unfettered love
lives of purpose, eulogies of peace
in the familiar is the divine

Pops 2015

There are moments in life
when nothing makes sense.
No amount of
ingenuity or strength
can get you out of the
darkness.
In those moments,
some turn to God,
some turn to family,
some turn to therapy,
some turn and run.

The measure of a soul
isn't where you turn
when faced with
senslessness,
but when you get through it,
whether you help others
through their darkest
moments.
The only light someone
may be able to see
is you.

Pops 2014