Burning Bush

By Joe Bisicchia

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You appear,
dangling that current vessel
which presumably
once held wine.
You offer yourself
to a world that is deaf and blind
as you sit on your steps
outside some old forgotten church,
surely hungry and just another
avoidable homeless figure
you are.
 
I am, you say,
and I cannot turn my eyes away.
 
No blistering light
like a regretful awakening.
 
Rather, glory of heaven
ever near and welcoming.
 
You are
for the poor and yet rich,
the homeless, home,
in what otherwise would be
a Godforsaken old town
for us all
if not for the image and likeness
of the Burning Bush here. 

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An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, Joe Bisicchia has written four published collections of poetry. He also has written over 250 individual works that have been published in over 100 publications. To see more of his work, visit www.JoeBisicchia.com.

Joe's other work on Foreshadow:
Driving to Emmaus (Poetry, May 2024)