A Poem from Kelsey May | PAROUSIA Magazine

  Your Hands, Instruments of God after Francesca Bell Oh, the mooring. The fishing boat stranded, sandbarred & unsaved. Who can salvage when each net is tangled in coral, when what is underneath & unseen is fated. Then the pierced palms. The feet calming the storm, no more waves, no more wind. How the moon…

Two Poems from Suranjit Gain | PAROUSIA Magazine

Jesus Christ Most respected Jesus Christ is the father of religion. Mediator of love and humanity; the best dignified personality. Beloved Christ is the supreme mark of sacrifice. The ideal of the Christian as well the all moralities. Dearest Jesus comes from heaven to the earth to establish universal love. To expose religious manner. He…

A Poem from Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

  LOVE AND A PHONE CALL I call you On the phone And as we talk Angels glow. We share secrets Like whispers of wind Reclining beneath Moonlit night. The outside world Is voiceless lightening And our shared Conversation Is like listening sky. As we speak Peaceful blue shadows Fill my living room And you…

Balm by Victoria Crawford | Poetry | PAROUSIA Magazine

  Balm Jagged glass shards shedding their twinkle slivers crystals of dust lacerating callused soles, souls dry air, hard air slicing skin dogs panting hot season gasps beyond even the embrocation devotion of balm Mary Magdalene rubbed over the feet of Jesus Rain patters on metal roof, unheard, unnoticed until I wake into cloud-shadowed morning…

The Psalter | PAROUSIA Magazine

For thou, O Lord, art good and kind, and ready to forgive thou art; abundant mercy they shall find who call on thee with all their heart. O Lord, incline thine ear to me, my voice of supplication heed; in trouble I will cry to thee, for thou wilt answer when I plead. There is…

Three Poems from Kelsey May | PAROUSIA Magazine

    Thirty Candles Burning   I never expected the betrayal, the dew so sweet I hit it under my tongue and didn’t tell a soul. Days passed, and I didn’t sleep. I untied all the ropes. The morning thistled but couldn’t tempt me. I brushed my hair with a gold-toothed honeycomb. The lion’s claws…