by Joe Bisicchia

Be patient, as it is.
It waits for you.

But, may you not wait too late.

So much to say.

So much to hear.

Sky is streamed with poems.
Like banner planes up in the air.

If sun were properly right, 
sky properly clear, 
such parchment can glisten
all our very atmosphere.

And return with an opus.

Line by line, horizon to horizon.    

No rhyme needed.
In fact, 
just everyday words will best do.

See, like now. Let us look up. 
And speak. 
And let’s give it meaning. 

And let’s listen.

So it is to pray.

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Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared spiritual dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, he has written four published collections of poetry, the latest being December 26 to Christmas, published by Cyberwit. He also has written well over two hundred individual works that have been published in over one hundred publications. His website is www.widewide.world.

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