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Hatred

A conversation with an individual whose privacy I will respect has inspired me to post a poem I wrote about 10 years ago. I was either a senior in high school or a freshman in college. It's not likely to be confused with the works of Robert Service, but I've written worse.

No

No!
No, I will not let you.
I cannot let you.

Please.
Don't make me hate you.

Hate is too bitter.
It hurts to burn with fury,
Boiling in discontent.

I mourn a loss:
The loss of the sweetness of friendship.
Kindness has the cool beauty of the calm sea.
But I fear that when the fires of anger die,
Cool comfort will not remain.

Instead, there'll be a cold to chill the soul
And a silence like death.

Frozen hearts shatter.
And not even the warmth of the sun
Can repair the damage.

No, I will not hate you.

I would sooner die.

Death: The Final Frontier

Night Fright

Covered by a blanket
And the darkness of the night
I weep from the terror
And the Reaper in my sight
As I attempt to slumber
The thoughts begin to creep
Into my world of logic
Bringing horrors, dark and deep

My body starts tremble
As my heart begins to pound
Soon I lose sensation
And I cannot hear a sound

Comfortably numb is just a dream
Painfully dumb, I hold my screams
It won’t end!
It can’t end!
How can it end?!?

My tortured soul shouts
As fears tear apart my brain
And an evil chill torments me
As I pray to end the pain

“God, are you up there?”
I whisper to the ceiling
Exhaustion takes effect
And I get a warmer feeling

But the misery isn’t over
Though the terror’s gone away
Cause I’ll have to feel the sorrow
And face my fears another day

Beautiful Church Closes

Every Holy Thursday, one or more of the Pittsburgh Oratorians takes
people on a tour of seven churches for adoration of the Blessed
Sacrament. Occasionally listed among those seven churches has been St.
Nicholas on the North Side (not to be confused with its sister church,
St. Nicholas in Millvale). As I recall (It’s been a while since my last
visit), it’s a
beautiful church
. It has the classy look of artisitic sacred
architecture, something woefully lacking in most modern churches.
Today, I was saddened to read that the
Diocese of Pittsburgh has decided to close it down
. If you’ve ever
seen the beauty of St. Nicholas and wish to see it preserved, I strongly
urge you to contact the diocese.

No Angel

I can’t stand the popular depictions of angels in art, classy or kitchy. Whenever angels appear in Scripture, unless they’re in the form of a man, they’re terribly frightening. They nearly always had to introduce themselves with, "Be not afraid" or something similar. They are not beautiful women or hunky men with wings. Nor are they Cupid look-alikes. Got that?!?

Here endeth the lesson.