The Haun+ing... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Senses so alive, I felt them.....dancing thru' my Brain,
Time drops its hands to purge its spaced indifference,
Breath of Science loses sight...by th' open Eye of God,
Pagans not be stunned...for they live in darkness.

Deaf, yet, still I heard, th' silence...in my madness,



































































































Brushing, cool breeze passing thru' my labored lungs,
Paralytic Rhapsody, I breathe....like a newborn child,
Seven Angel's voices whisper sweetly, 'You are Home'
Their echo shivers me, still I smile back and nod.

Where goes th' flesh of my mortalness, beyond th' ash
For is that not what th' Gospel spoke...Sunday, last.
Time lifts its hands, moves again quite jejune in nature;
I felt all this and maybe more from a presage, haunting.



















































































Senses so alive, I felt them all from a presage, haunting.


FjR-MMXV