Pastel - Have Mercy by Joe DiSabatino

Have Mercy

Slicing through

Slicing through                                                                                        

There’s a sword vertical in the body,

stiff and true, the hilt near the boot,

tip below the throat, the chest a keen,

curved blade slicing through, slicing through;

a whetted wisdom near the heart, below the head,

too sleek to be held back, when one can bear

the wielding which does not allow for respite.

A keen sword soon to get buried

somewhere in the plowed brown earth,

the soft tissue, the unbroken vast sea

of whatever this is where we are

slicing through to whatever is beyond.

O child of God, bring forth the blade

by calling His name and never holding back.

Spell Czech

Spell Czech

Ewe won't two bee leave ewe
or righting a grate owed two God

sew ewe dew you're vary best.
Ewe mite rime, hear and their

or knot, butt sea that ewe
tale you're tell sow awl

weal here you're preys,
you're him to Hymn.

Bye an buy, two bee sure wee
Finnish write, sum poets

yews spell Czech.
Eye did and did knot

sea won airer, sew plane,
my him and owed two God

awl in ardor, strait frum thee hart,
rite frum my vary sole.

O child of God, sum thyme's thee sine
mite knot reed watt ewe won't it too mien.

Pastel by Joe DiSabatino

Out of the Blue