Tag Archives: Mercy

Let Us

Let us be a little merciful this morning
Let us give up the tried and true
Let us watch the sun rise together
Let us memorize how the sky turns blue

Let us be a little merciful this morning
Let us listen as the soft breeze blows
Let us release the night's last firefly
Let us remember, God only knows

Let us remember, God only knows
Let us be a little merciful this morning

Another Day

"ONLY THE WEAK WILL FAIL!” - Donald J. Trump, April 4, 2025

I am tired of all caps
making brash statements 
and promises to the few, the strong.
Leaving the weak with no recourse
as the ONE-IN-CHARGE spends
another afternoon golfing.
I turn to even older words.
Blessed are the poor.  Blessed are the meek.
Consolation, or, at the very least,
a vision of how things could be,
that gets me through another day.

Sonnet of Mercy

"All require mercy, for all are held captive by imaginations of violence." - Brian J. Walsh

While out walking as the evening sky turned darker,
I heard a cry, a cry for mercy, a cry for mercy on all of us,
coming from behind the fence of a reluctant neighbor.
We all require mercy.  What else could give hope to
the constant undoing of everything we set ourselves to do?
There is an old war in the ground upon which we stand;
a revolution started by the distant gods we created long ago.
The gods believed in a universe where only so much spirit
could be held in the palms of their outstretched hands
such that humanity once again came up short 
when the divine distribution of delight unfolded in time.
They never counted on the opening of daffodils 
generating spirit enough, not only for the blossoming day,
but for all who take the time to witness the new birth.

Undissolved

Have mercy on those not at home;
who cannot find their way into life,
caught between the demands
of those offering only comfort in times of war
and the voices wanting only to name the disaster.
Pronouncements are not easily recieved
by the ones fixated upon the one, true path.
Imagine all suffering slowly dissolving itself
into the mystical heart of comprehension,
the home of radical hospitality,
where a passing interest opens the way
for anger to fade into the place of dissipation.
Have mercy on the undissolved.