He was a man of sandal And staff. Befriending tax collectors and prostitutes. He climbed the mountain And prayed in the gardens of Jerusalem. He was a man of simple needs Water, bread and the daily catch of fish. And yet the simplicity of his virtue Still goes far and wide, like the screeching Voice…


Calvary was a path, the via dolorosa Golgotha was a destination of choice Resurrection was sheer transcendence And rosary is a walk on a cobblestone path Prayer is a pre-destined search for true beauty And fate, what else but the surrealism Of a string of faith beads.