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Tag Archives: mercy
Palms
Mercy Street runs lengthwise to the sun. Its soul, to orient, turns its nearest cheek to flaring palms.
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Tagged compassion, John Biscello, Light, love, mercy, palms, poem, Poetry, spirit, sun
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Mercy
She, unmoving, has remained the same for millennia, mercy on a tether. As for the tombs, the plots, the names engraved on headstones, those are always different, change, the truest source of sorrow replenished.
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Tagged angel of mercy, angel of sorrow, dead, death, grave, John Biscello, love, mercy, names, poem, Poetry, tombstone, weeping
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Valentine
Our Lady of Eternal Valentines, forever bestowing tenderest mercy and heart-shaped harbor to the world’s sorrowful lot.
Orphans
In all the children’s mouths, so many screamless nights amounting to timelocked dreams, adopting a feverish hue and deep freeze all at once, the birth of orphans who wander in fugues, haunting their own lives, seeking blessed reunion with who … Continue reading
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Tagged cave, cave-ins, creativity, dreams, exiles, faith, John Biscello, love, mercy, orphans, pain, poem, Poetry, rebirth, screamless, transcendence
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Riversong
Show us where it is you’re dying, the silent ebb and roaring tides of dark, expose to us, with a scalpel’s exactitude, the finite lineage of your deepest wounds and locks, and we promise that the light’s searing of naked … Continue reading
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Tagged death, God, gospel, help, John Biscello, life, love, mercy, wounds
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At the Bottom of Childhood’s Well
It is a magic time, it is a deadly time. We are fresh and newly forming, we excel in discoveries, delight in newness. Our souls are malleable, there is fluidity and grace oozing from us, and with … Continue reading
