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Tag: mercy
We Are One
I waited for you
On top of the mountain,
But you didn’t show.
I went down
Into the valley,
But I didn’t see you there.
I sailed on the ocean,
Hoping to catch
A glimpse of you at sunrise,
But I was disappointed.
I prayed to you
To appear to me,
And I looked at my reflection
In a pool of water.
It was then that I realized–
You were always with me,
For you are a part of me.
We can never be separated,
You and I.
We are One.
A Miracle
Gliding along the currents of air,
I’m lifted by the light that shines on me.
Love permeates my being,
Like a spear piercing my side.
The nails are hammered through
My ragged wrists. I cry out,
My God, my God, why?
Have you forsaken me?
The dusk descends and they lower
My cross, loosen my body
And carry me to my tomb.
I stand on a mountaintop.
Throw yourself down!
God’s angels will save you.
Turn these stones into bread.
You are hungry. Go ahead.
Freedom! I am set free by God’s hand.
Risen at last and the tombstone
Is rolled away.
Headed Down
Flying in circles,
Spiraling down,
Headed straight
For the barren ground.
Screaming for my god
To save me today.
If only have mercy,
A bit of grace.
I see the red flags
Following me.
Everyone knows
My mind tends to flee.
Can you see the remnant
Of my failing try?
Can you see me fall
From up on high?
I’m headed down
To the barren ground,
To dig me a hole
And never come out.
Waiting for a Miracle
Drooping flower hangs over.
The rain is so heavy.
No new blooms today.
Soil is contaminated,
Roots are exposed.
Reaching up for sunlight.
Climbing to the sky.
Once the weather was nice.
Once the ground was fertile.
Now it’s just rocks and used up dirt.
No nutrients to feed the plant.
But hope remains.
The rain will bathe
The thirsty leaves.
The sun will shine.
There is a miracle coming soon.
The Miracle of Mercy
Caressing a leaf,
Fallen from the tree of life,
I trace the intricate veins
With the tip of my finger.
What things that tree has seen
Over eons of history,
A tortured pattern
Of vicious destruction.
The human race,
Seeking to dominate,
May in turn eradicate
All life from earth.
On that final day,
We will shed a tear
For the broken promises,
The wicked schemes.
Oh, in so many ways,
How things have gone awry.
Brother killing brother,
The best have shown themselves
To be far from perfect.
But in these jaded times,
All of us have to pull together,
For no one person has the strength
To carry all the wounded,
To heal all the hurting,
To mend all the broken
Tapestries of life.
When we bind ourselves
To each other,
When we lay our bodies down,
So that another creature
Can make it one more day,
We become an integral part
Of the redemption of humankind,
And the miracle of mercy.
Broken
Searching for that connection.
Where is he? She? It?
Where or who is God,
When I am here, in this broken
Body, groveling before the pain
Of existence, desperate for some
Type of relief, some release
From the slavery of my body?
My heart aches. My soul cries out
For mercy, but where is my God?
Where is that freedom, that grace,
That hope, that love, that I once knew?
Where is my identity in Christ?
Where is my savior?
All I know right now is suffering.
Is that you, Lord?
Am I meeting you where you are,
Where you were on that cross?
And if so, what will be the victory?
What great battle is going on?
Is my soul the battleground?
Is my heart the prize?
Is this what it takes to bring me
Back into your fold?
To break me, mold me,
Shape me into something beautiful?
But I have been here before.
I have been broken.
Must I be continually broken
In pain and suffering?
What are you trying to teach me?
And where are you taking me now?
