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Simple is this prayer to pray.
Let it be what I do as I breathe.
Let it be my connection to You.
Let it be my lifeline to You.
From the intricate maze of my soul,
yes, yet ever simply simple.
Let it be heart to Sacred Heart.
Be near, as my words are near
where the heart and heart are.
You are here, O Lord.
Here, where colors rhyme.
Here, as light propels
and pierces the prism.
You love me.
You truly love all of us.
You are Love, ever near.
Here, we now timelessly are.
Allow me now to share with You
what I shall properly say,
with others as this poetry they read,
and I shall say it simply
and I shall say it with all my need
as I miraculously, routinely breathe.
And say it with no end.
My Lord and my God,
I love You, and I breathe it again.
Forever, let us be this simple poetry
through all the colors of paradise,
as we walk the green valley
of everyday life,
the way by heart.
Here where Love is You, and You are.
So many names and titles
are far off from Truth.
World’s best coffee,
Home of the Original Whatever.
Here, at this place, this Chef is Truth.
Can’t fathom the Face or the Figure
back in the kitchen, but somehow do.
My many dining companions,
I certainly know and enjoy.
Know waitresses. The busboy.
Know the carrots and use of spinach
and every entre and side dish.
But somewhere behind the door,
there’s the generous Chef.
Been eating here for years.
Have learnt a trust and
have been well fed,
dinner from lunch from breakfast.
making it all happen, ever tireless,
there’s one mighty good Chef.
By mercy and grace,
I look forward to the day we meet
at last, Face to face.
Joe Bisicchia, an Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry,
has written four published collections of poetry. Also,
he has written over two hundred fifty individual works that have been published in over one hundred publications.
To see more of his work, visit www.widewide.world.
(December 2023 issue)