by Sean O’Neill
Herd these blots to iniquity’s sump and launch them out into the whirlpool of pity’s gentle blood, gouts that drip until cantering time lays its troubled head to rest among thorns. Wear the threshold of that glorious door snuck through past great jambs akimbo, where saints passed before the final slam, the turning of eternity where judgment waits for every human past. But here, mercy, hide the shame of being with webs of truth, staked down into the bulging topsoil of heaven’s bright clouds like a pardon doled, a reprieve posted and spilt into the waiting soul.
Sean O’Neill was born in Scotland, but has lived in the USA for the past 15 years and is a lay minister of a church in Lansing, Michigan. He has had poetry published in a variety of journals, including First Things, The Ottawa Literary Review, Living Bulwark, Reformed Journal, Clay Jar Review and American Literary. Sean has published 17 collections of poetry and is the author of five novels and four non-fiction books, including the bestselling How To Write a Poem: A Beginner’s Guide. He runs the Kolbitars Poetry Group in Lansing, Michigan, USA.