by Joe Bisicchia

And the road of life is an obstacle course.

Let us have our Pamplona, San Fermin,
north of Spain, and let us race the bulls,
and You’d still be near, more near than any balcony,
not hiding in banishment, not without a plan,  

not laden with supposed impossibility,
nor in embarrassment as if only an also ran
as if what runs can never rest awhile to delay. 

But it can.

May you find me, as if in a pew kneeling, waiting,
now at Royal Saint Mary for just a glimpse,
as if I am with the oxen here upon the nativity.

Here near as the tabernacle is infinity.
And here You are, waiting for me.

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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