Mercy Is


Mercy is a fire, flows through fingertips
burns the eyes to tears
mercy finds its words though I am speechless
quiet encouragement I couldn't have said on my own, couldn't hear
Mercy is reflected in night rain
when stars are out, you can trace it
connecting the blazing lights at arms length

Mercy makes a refuge
castle walls that cannot fall
and I can feel it surrounding, wrapping me up in strong wings of hope
whispers of promise and of joy
eyes open wide,
the taste of sunlight in my mouth, storm through my hair,
I leap, and fly

the wind speaks like voices
aspens quake in the hands of something Higher
I dare not cry, Mercy, be!
for fear that I would not survive
Mercy asks me, and I say
do something through me with no glory to me
and I am shaken
to ask is to be changed, with no hope of return

and the shadows fly through me,
banished away by a light so bright
the sun is shamed
and Mercy enfolds me
within warm strong arms of joy
hammers a nail into my heart, with a note:
this heart is claimed, in Mercy's name