Prayer Mystery Poems

The rain it pelts
The lightning crashes
A shadowy figure
Through streetlight dashes

The strangers meet
The wine is poured
To infiltrate
The secrets stored 

The army man
The cook, the nurse
Field questions...

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Though alone, he appeared day after day.
We couldn’t see him, and he could not stay.
Reverently, we each began to pray,
listening quietly for what he would...

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Faith Bird

By Mark D. Stucky

 “Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.” -- Rabindranath Tagore


Faith bird,...

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I was an inscrutable, capricious mystery writer, like a pure mystery of days;
And I had composed best selling novels, like westering sun's scarlet phase.

An unparalleled...

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Beneath a veil of mystery, where the arcane embraces our fate,
On wings of dreams, through white traveling stars,
Through the mist of time, lying impenetrable before...

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In the silky night, dotted with mystery,
Where the moon's thread weaves shadows on the paths,
The heart, a thin garment, a flash in the ether,
Listens as...

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Reluctant Rogue Redo?

By Mark Stucky
If Jonah, reluctant rogue of a prophet,
had desired to visit Ninevah,
instead of fleeing the other direction,
how different would his story have...

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Purgatorial Perceptions

By Mark D. Stucky
In the basement, I heard fluttering sounds
coming from inside the old chimney.
Cautiously opening the clean-out trap,
I came nose-to-beak with a panicked...

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God Around the Corner

By Mark D. Stucky
My cat’s favorite spot to sleep and surveil the house
was at the top of the hallway-to-basement stairs.
I would sometimes...

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Jurassic Prayer

By Mark D. Stucky
We asked our preschooler to pray,
and with dinner plates before us
and our hands folded,
he paused in silence
and then roared in imitation
of...

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Paradise is  reserved only for the  holy 
                 People,  
Entering paradise on that day, It is my daily            
                  Prayer
I maintain my heavenly  status while...

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"Shades"

You shade me
I shade you
stops the sun burning
eternally through
long nights’ deep bleed
the blue birds lead the way;
"definitely no more flowers",
you say.
I say, "fancy some 
foxgloves?"
You...

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Rosé are Red Violets are blue big time true?
                ...

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(based on a prayer by St. John Vianney)

If we understood
The amazing good
Beyond what eye might see,
We would want no more 
But always adore
The Sacred Mystery.

No...

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Winter Autumn Spring the door! 
Now I know the flow goes all the way to the summertime heat!
From the ocean low to the valley floor...

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