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Mercy falls on the spirit
as benevolent
as water on the tongue
of the fevered and thirsting;
as precious drops on the roots of a seedling,
struggling for purchase in cracked, parched earth;
as loving words exchanged among the dying
on the floor of the Bataclan,
humanity midst the horror,
proving honor and grace transcend,
light and love shining
in the darkest of hours,
so that, when dawn comes,
it is only the brightness of their spirits
that we remember.
I was most moved by 22 year old Isobel Bowderey's statement about the loving words exchanged by the dying all around her at the Bataclan in Paris, that told her people are good, and love is all that matters. As she lay there, thinking she was dying, it was only love that she was feeling and hearing expressed all around her. In the darkest hours, the finest in what it is to be human is displayed.
for Susan's prompt at Midweek Motif: Mercy
You and I are writing from unified thoughts/feelings this morning. Bless you for this sweet drop of nurture. "proving honor and grace transcend," Indeed!
ReplyDeleteThis is really lovely, Sherry. Thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteSuch a heart touching and timely poem Sherry... especially adore the opening lines!!
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
So moving Sherry--sometimes, the simplest of our emotions are the most powerful
ReplyDeleteWhat a heartfelt poem of love in adversity this is Sherry, absolutely stunning.
ReplyDeleteit takes only that first precious drop and we can be transported in a torrent of love rather than hatred
ReplyDeletethanks for dropping in to read mine
much love...
Yes, it's time for a lot of collective soul searching...
ReplyDeleteLove and loving words tempered with mercy can go a long way to right wrongs in deeds and impressions. Truly said Sherry!
ReplyDeleteHank
Very heart touching and world should just stop and think as where it is heading.
ReplyDelete"when dawn comes,
ReplyDeleteit is only the brightness of their spirits
that we remember."
This is profound, Koko. I love the poem.
In the darkest hours the very best of our humanity can be conveyed...as has been and as you beautifully describe here...in any time of crisis how soothing a cool glass of water can be..especailly when given by a caring hand
ReplyDeleteNice that your poem brings out the light amidst such darkness. Makes me focus on the fact that people are inherently kind and humanity has a beautiful side. Thank you Sherry.
ReplyDeleteMercy binds like love doesnt it? A beautiful reminder Sherry - like the water on a desert is Mercy.
ReplyDeleteTruly, you have touched me and comforted with these inspiring words!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful vision of mercy you have shared in this poem, Sherry. Oh for that light and love shining in the darkest of hours.....
ReplyDeleteOh wow...your note paired with your poem...so stirring...really emotional and meaningful.
ReplyDeleteVery touching poem.It is a pity that we have to endure the darkest hours for humans to display their compassion and mercy.It should be a daily component of life.
ReplyDeleteIt is heartening to see that even in the depths of darkest despair and the grossest and most cowardly injustice, the human spirit soars high and grants peace through mercy and love. A fitting tribute, Sherry...
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