Someone’s Hidden Mercy…
Someone’s Hidden Mercy…
and I don’t know
where to begin to look.
I’ve been searching.
It’s been more than days.
Truly, I cannot begin to remember
when my pursuit
actually began.
I’ve crossed endless
highways and by-ways.
I traveled by air,
land and sea.
I stepped across
the scorching desert sands.
I’ve lifted rocks
along the rushing
river beds.
I’ve leaped through
valleys fresh with
flowers.
I stood in the big
cities staring
into a million faces.
I’ve walked beside
those with nothing
and ‘softened’
in the midst of
those who believe
themselves to
have everything.
Mercy, Mercy, Mercy—
where have you gone?
I climbed a mountain
and looking outward
into the infinite
depths
I called again,
“Mercy.”
I shouted, “MERCY!”
My voice carried on,
and on,
and on…
In the distant
ECHO,
I heard
the still small
voice—-Mercy.
It was ONLY then
I knew ‘inside’
of me
the place where
Mercy dwelt.
“Be merciful
sweet self…
This poem spoke to me Sandra ~ So beautiful and hopeful in times we doubt. Thank you. Peace be with you.
AND…with YOU:)