Empty Theologies
By Daniel Torres
Carbondale
Beloved be poetry, blessed be the poet
Oh my dear beloved!
Hail poetry! Solomon wrote.
In the beginning was the Word, and
the Word was with God, and the
Word was God. Wrote the one who loved Him most.
In the end was Babel, and
the Word was not with God, and the
Word was never God. Wrote the heretic that I am.
And life is the Word for those who deny the end.
The god of Babel has died from his envy and selfishness!
The god who gave us the Word is the god of poets,
is a poet.
Do not grant me forgiveness for what I write.
I only capture my thoughts in empty theologies, in poems of death,
of love for the Word.
His Music Can Be Magic
By Taylor Liebmann
Carbondale
The music he sends out into this world,
It’s heard by the visitors, who on chairs most are curled.
See this man who is here in a philanthropic way,
Now sits at his piano, so for all he can play.
His musical gift brings peace to this room,
The message he sends, like a flower in bloom.
Yes, he comes to this place where most are in need,
His genius abounds, and their hearts he does feed.
His fingers on keys, as the wind takes a feather,
The blacks and the whites, fuse harmoniously together.
If you close your eyes, you’ll be transported somewhere,
And when you arrive, you’ll have not a care.
Yes! A moment’s escape for these visitors is best,
Most are worried or ill and drained of their zest.
And for each stranger attracted to his melodious flows,
In their faces you’ll see, some warm smiling glows.
So at Valley View Hospital, Dr. Michael’s the MAN!
He can raise anyone’s spirit… he’ll surely make you a FAN!