Edmond Sheehy Poems

I forgot thee, O Jerusalem.
To be more precise,
you never made my day planner.
I was too busy in Tel Aviv
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I get emotional. I start to cry.
When that happens I can't see while I drive.
I could careen into a tree and die.
It's by the grace of God I'm still alive.
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Above Hong Kong kites swoop effortlessly.
Updrafts loft them to where they hunt on high.
In the weak December light glows the harbor,
stained mahogany by the Western sky.
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I want Jesus. I want Jesus today.
I want to see Jesus coming across the Brooklyn Bridge,
swinging his tools as he walks,
joking with other carpenters,
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It feels like it's twenty degrees, the greens
are serrated with frost, the only
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The gates of paradise are fire escapes,
they connect these alleyways to the stars.
In the dark no one can make out our shapes
as you kiss my temples then trace my scars.
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The shaman shows the pain we dare not face.
He sucks poison from those raw wounds we hide
and roots out demons from their resting place.
He brings to light deeds otherwise denied.
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Beneath the walls of Mycenae we see
outlines of roads traced through the summer's haze
on hills where straying flocks graze peacefully.
Through olive groves climb eroded pathways.
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