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Memorare: by Sean O’Neill

Night sky, black, with golden clouds showing the beginning of dawn, image by Petra, on Pixabay.

night and start of dawn, image by Petra, on Pixabay


Remember that the grindings of the fretful space

between the silent wars of work and work

lie naked to your author’s sky.

And where he plies his grace

the demons smirk

but die.

Remember that the lacerations that you had back then

are cleansed sometimes by maggots eating rot.

The jibes of childhood, pains of youth,

the brunts of evil men

are healed by naught

but truth.

Remember, in the darkness, lean towards the light

and tender all your age-bedeviled pains.

He suffers, hid within your aches,

and in the pitch of night

His mercy reigns

and wakes.


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.

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