• Joe Bisicchia

I Was There


by Joe Bisicchia


I was there when we crucified my Lord.


I was there, with all my iniquity and hypocrisy, my gall. I knew not what I was doing, but I know now. And the crow of my death patiently knows. Stands vigil now with me, ever still, ever real.


I was there when we crucified my Lord.


O sometimes it causes me to tremble!


O, I pray, let Love somehow be ever merciful. Let Love let go its red leaves, and yet still be. I look up for forgiveness. The thirsty Tree of Life bares its bones, not one broken.


Sacred Heart, ever open.

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