The Convert’s Love – Thomas Parnell

Blessed Light of saints on high
Who fill the mansions of the sky,
Sure defence, whose mercy still
Preserves thy subjects here from ill,
O my Jesus! make me know
How to pay the thanks I owe.

As the fond sheep that id’ly strays
With wanton play thro’ winding ways,
Which never hits the road of home,
O’er Wilds of danger learns to roam,
‘Till weari’d out with idle fear
And passing there and turning here,
He will for rest to covert run
And meet the wolf he wish’d to shun;
Thus wretched I, thro’ wanton will
Run blind and headlong on in ill:
‘Twas thus from sin to sin I flew
And thus I might have perish’d too;
But mercy dropt the likeness here
And shew’d and sav’d me from my fear;
While o’er the darkness of my mind
The sacred spirit purely shin’d,
And mark’d and bright’ned all the way
Which leads to everlasting day,
And broke the thick’ning clouds of sin
And fix’d the light of love within.

From hence my ravish’d soul aspires
And dates the rise of its desires.
From hence to thee my God! I turn,
And fervent wishes say I burn,
I burn thy glorious face to see
And live in endless joy with thee.

There’s no such ardent kind of flame
Between the lover and the dame,
Nor such affection parents bear
To their young and only heir, 
Tho’ join’d together both conspire
And boast a doubled force of fire.
My tender heart within its seat
Dissolves before the scorching heat,
As soft’ning wax is taught to run
Before the warmness of the sun.

O my flame my pleasing pain
Burn and purify my stain,
Warm me, burn me, day by day
‘Till you purge my earth away,
‘Till at the last I throughly shine
And turn a torch of love divine. 

A Riddle – Thomas Parnell

Upon a Bed of humble clay
In all her Garments loose
A Prostitute my Mother lay
To ev’ry Comer’s use.
‘Till one Gallant in heat of love
His Own Peculiar made her
And to a Region far above
And softer Beds convey’d her.
But in his Absence, to his Place
His rougher Rival came
And with a cold constrain’d Embrace
Begat me on the Dame.
I then appear’d to Publick View
A Creature wondrous bright
But shortly perishable too
Inconstant, nice and light.
On Feathers not together fast
I wildly flew about
And from my Father’s country past
To find my Mother out.
Where her Gallant of her beguil’d
With me enamour’d grew
And I that was my Mother’s Child
Brought forth my Mother too. 

Love In Disguise – Thomas Parnell

To stifle Passion is no easy Thing,
A Heart in Love is always on the Wing;
The bold Betrayer flutters still,
And fans the Breath prepar’d to tell:
It melts the Tongue, and tunes the Throat,
And moves the Lips to form the Note;
And when the Speech is lost,
It then sends out its Ghost,
A little Sigh,
To say we dye.
‘Tis strange the Air that Cools, a Flame shou’d prove,
But wonder not, it is the Air of Love. 
Yet Chloris I can make my Love look well,
And cover bleeding Wounds I can’t conceal,
My Words such artful Accents break,
You think I rather act than speak:
My Sighs enliven’d thro’ a Smile,
Your unsuspecting Thoughts beguile;
My Eyes are vary’d so,
You can’t their Wishes know:
And I’m so gay,
You think I play.
Happy Contrivance! such as can’t be priz’d,
To Live in Love, and yet to Live disguis’d. 

Abortion (1-6) – Zachary Zuccaro

Abortion #1

Watch them
slaughter
the child
and
‘dispose’
of it.

Abortion #2

A life snuffed out
before it can begin.

No chance to love, 
to grow, to learn 
to live; 

no chance to do anything.

A life
just created
and destroyed.

Abortion #3

A quick flow of blood
a tiny corpse.

A baby murdered, 
it’s mother leaves the clinic
continuing to live her life
unlike her child.

Abortion #4

Tears
dropp from Heaven
as another child is murdered.

A soul without a name
unwanted by its own mother, 
robbed of its right to live.

I pray for you.

Abortion #5

As you go to get your abortion
remember that at this moment
you are alive
and able to kill your child
because your mother
did not choose
to abort you.

Abortion #6

Abortion 
is not murder
any more
than shooting a little baby 
in the back of the head
is murder. 

The Pillars – Zachary Zuccaro

The Pit

An empty pit
filled
with fresh decay
grows inside me
and eats its way
through my stomach.

The Pillars

A white pillar
and a black pillar
sit side by side
at the gate
of the kingdom.

Persister

Stand up, be proud
demolish any doubt
crush demoralization.

Let your glory shine, 
sweep away opposition, 
destroy the evil
no power in the world
shall equal yours.

The Murderer

A jealous cockroach
lurking in the shadows
squirming with the desire
to obtain power, 
exact revenge, 
relieve tension, 
express hatred.

A gleaming blade, 
a squeal, 

then silence. 

To His Mistress In Absence – Torquato Tasso

FAR from thy dearest self, the scope
Of all my aims,
I waste in secret flames;
And only live because I hope.

O when will Fate restore
The joys, in whose bright fire
My expectation shall expire,
That I may live because I hope no more!