A Lost Sonnet
The Lament of a Friend
by Br. David Kaczmarek, TOR

Looking at the many paths I�ve crossed,
over months that turned too quickly into years,
I find I moved too fast to think of tears,
or what my rootless moments may have lost.
My shallow life ignored the sage and seers
who called me back and back to what was tried,
as if in forward motion I could hide,
but fell instead into my place of fears.
And every calling path that once seemed wide
has narrowed in the darkness of regret.
I want an end to empty traveling---yet,
the past lives on and living�s almost died.
If I can�t walk alive through heat and frost,
then enter death, for I am truly lost.

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� 2006, Third Order Regular of St. Francis of Penance, Immaculate Conception Province.
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