The philosopher for Aristotle is not in conflict
He does what he wants and consistently wants what is virtuous
I am more like Paul, who does not what he wants
And does what he does not want
I do not want the legacy of my childhood
Nor the tyrant my father was, nor the misery that was my home
Church was my refuge
A morning’s refuge once a week,
For me, the salve of love
Communion, human and Divine beloved community
A morning’s refuge once a week
Ferment in the crucible of what my life became
Diffusing as tendrils through my passions
Refining the dross that was my upbringing
Veins of gold shining through adamant,
Heavy adamant from my upbringing I carry
In the pilgrimage that is a life’s progress
Toward being whole, gold, unitary
In what I want and in the manifesting power
That spirit has to make, remake, make new
Make conflict cease, bring release, grant peace
David Fekete 