Is the Statue of Liberty
a person of size?
Aren’t we all of us symbols
of Boston Cream pies?
My girlfriend Cheryl
is as big as a house.
She sat on me Thursday
said I was a louse.
All that’s left is a crater
where I used to be,
in the Home of the Brave
and the Land of the Free.
Her foundation garments
reach deep in the Earth.
Dig deeper still
and you’ll find my self-worth.
My life blood’s recorded
in veins of rose quartz.
Dig deeper still
and you’ll spot my old shorts.
All that’s left is a crater
of what we could be, in the Home of the Brave
and the Land of the Free.
Well an asteroid landed
on old Yucatan,
sent the dinosaurs flying
and made a new plan.
Those heavenly bodies
can sure melt the ice.
Send the mastodons packing
and make room for Christ.
May God’s love fill the crater O say can you see,
in the Home of the Brave
and the Land of the Free.
Jon Wolston's Poetry Archive 
Dr. Wolston–
Your poetry refreshes my soul. It flows from your heart bringing peaceful joy and goodness to me.
I became familiar with your great work a week ago ,working with a friend. How may I get a signed copy of your first collection?
Also, Centering Prayer, is a part of my daily life. Fr. Tom Keating is the guru of Centering. I just become a bit familiar with the integral philosophy as well.
Congratulations on your great work and I hope to share some of my thoughts on Centering, praying from the heart. The name is new,but it is the oldest form of the Church’s private prayer. Such a treasure and it is free. I dabble in poetry too!
Peace and all goodness of Francis,
Jeanne Davis
Jeanne Davis
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