Ms. Hayden, On Your Selection of Our Next Poet Laureate: For poetry to rise again Seek one who has applied the pen To that which all can understand, To verse which is sublime and grand. Choose one who writes for all to read, Who is from all pretension freed, Who can be subtle and be bold, Whose message speaks to young and old. Seek one whose words can cross the aisle And turn a scowl into a smile; Whose elegance is pure and plain And can be heard in each refrain. Turn not away from poetry That can uplift and set us free! Mercy’s Song The cry of vengeance __shrill and strong, but from the most __egregious wrong comes Mercy’s most __exquisite song, so raise your voice __and sing along! The Angel of Sleepy Hollow Cemetery* Ye guardian of souls untold! Whence comes this garland that you hold? From bowers of celestial blooms, you decorate mere mortals’ tombs? Not all, say I, only the just who in Our Master placed their trust. Breathtaking beauty not to waste on such as thee, by sin dis-graced. The hourglass yet did not drain. Scant few the grains that still remain. But time enough, from His hand sent, to mend thy ways and to repent. For every one, ‘tis not too late to walk in bliss thru Heaven’s Gate. * the resting place of Washington Irving. A Grain of Sand Like sand running thru an hourglass, the days of our lives so quickly pass. Tumbling grains—all the joys and pains— till finally only one remains. Weigh well my words and don’t misconstrue; be grateful for the sand in your shoe. Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.