by Paul C. Binotto © 2019: (photo courtesy Lisa Binotto) A perfect place for starters,Is fishing in the shallows close at hand;Along the shores in holy waters;Before putting out into the deep, for man.
Fishing the Holy Waters
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Pittsburgh Connection to Murdered Polish Priest
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 “He was an ordinary guy who did extraordinary things.”, said Judith Kelly, author of, Just Call Me Jerzy Popieluszko in the United States and Canada, in a telephone interview. The January stabbing death of Gdansk, Poland’s 53-year-old mayor and civil rights activist, Pawel Adamowicz, during a charity event has … Continue reading Pittsburgh Connection to Murdered Polish Priest
Honorary Clerical Titles
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Priestly personalities and holy dispositions are far too varied to be adequately characterized by the two traditional titles of "Reverend" and "Very Reverend". If the uninitiated “Church Shopper" is to make an informed decision about which parish to attend, a more descriptive and comprehensive clerical title scheme seems in order. … Continue reading Honorary Clerical Titles
Then, It Wasn’t, But
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Then it was easier, wasn't it, but...With eyes so blind,And wide-open mind,And, heart slammed tightly shut,To the truth. It wasn't my truth.It would take a greater sleuth,Than ever I was, just to find it.To pull back the cover-up, unwind it.Then it was easier, wasn't it, but...Then I couldn't see, … Continue reading Then, It Wasn’t, But
Is There Algebra in Heaven?
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Is there Algebra in Heaven?Or, Biology, Chemistry, History - Poetry?Will nineteen times seven,Divided by three, still equal forty-Four point three? Or,Will something I'm not doing down here count for more?
Before the First Footsteps Break
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Maiden Nature gowned in white. Like porcelain, crisp and bright. Such a lovely, lovely sight, Stepping out into the wintery, silent night. Before the world's awake.Before the first footsteps break,And, the peace and silence, take,As the rumblings of another day begin to quake.Silence and sister peace, were made first for … Continue reading Before the First Footsteps Break
Matthew, Mark, and Lukewarm
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Matthew, Mark, and Lukewarm What could be the harm, In walking in the shallows, Closer to the shores of all things hallow? If I bought the farm What would be the harm, In resting in breezy mellow Than head-on into windy bellow? Where’s the harm Walking arm … Continue reading Matthew, Mark, and Lukewarm
Spring
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 March’s out, the way it came. April’s come, so have the rains. Gone’s the memory of winter pains. April’s tears, cry for May,Sun and rain softens the Potter's clay.
Piercings
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Oh, sweet mother pelican, Do set your wet red kiss As seal upon daughter Éireann’s Thirsting waxen lips. That she may taste from you, what is Purest mother’s unmolest’d “Yes”. Because you had no other milk to give, Crimson stains your tender breast To serve yourself to … Continue reading Piercings
Armageddon
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 The greatest battle between God and Satan Is waged within the breast of man, Over whose flag in hoist, will stand, on Those swiftly settling sands. The soul the spoils, the flesh, Armageddon.
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