by Joe Bisicchia

How shall you meet the Lord, 
this your dying day?
You make your winding way
carrying your daily cross.

How shall you meet the Lord, 
by what unfathomable grace?
You are not alone in this bitter place.
Look at the Lord labor next to you.

You know your deserved justice, 
your isolation in this unbearable pain.
And yet, you are not alone.
Look at the Lord nailed next to you.

You have lived a numbed life, 
with so many gods for you.
Including thyself, ever lowly.
Now look upon all the mighty.  

What shall it take to rise from this?
What shall it take to erase all shame?
What shall it take to know Love?
What shall it take to be saved?

O that the good Lord would know you, 
all your imperfection,
and remember all your misplaced life.
And still love you to die for you despite.

O that the good Lord by mercy 
would endure this sacrifice.
O that the good Lord by mercy
would remember you this day in paradise.

And now your unspeakable joy.
The good Lord is always by your side.
And even with hands hammered in place,
there is no holding back the embrace.

Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, he has written three published collections of poetry, as well as over two hundred individual works that have been published in over one hundred publications. His website is www.widewide.world.

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