By Joe Bisicchia Wonder if God indeed would live out of a suitcase. Or be amenable to some kind of boxed package, one you can maybe suitably make. Here you are living in a house better than King David’s cedar, while the ark of God probably dwells in a tent city, cardboard, maybe just temporarily, or nightly, or just through gestation in a womb. Wonder if it’s all a miracle, seeing God, as if a genie in a bottle, or like the nuns say, in a tabernacle, thinking so much can fit in so little a room. Yes, maybe God doesn’t take up much space, can fit in every crammed little place, until infinity expandable, part by part ever whole. How precious if the nuns are right, thinking indeed so much can fit under even a tiny roof not worthy, but most especially snug in every soul. Including the one that is you. An Honourable 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) Burning Bush (Poetry, June 2024) photographer of the broken (Poetry, July 2024)
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