by Joe Bisicchia

I breathe
and, Lord, You fill me.
This I know –
it is more than the ephemeral air.

It fills within,
satisfies an obvious need, 
the way You speak.
Goes selfless love, 
goes You through me.
Goes the knowing
of what it means to be complete.

Again and again, my need repeats.
This You already know.
It is why You stay, and pull up a seat.
And we count the passing honeybees.

Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, his works have appeared in numerous publications with over 175 individual poems published. The collection widewide.world to unwind has been published by Cyberwit. His website is www.widewide.world.

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