Mercy comes like the soft-unfurling
tongues of spring
into our muted
soliloquies of despair.
Mercy comes like flocks of light
landing on the ledges
of our towered darkness
the bright doves of hope.
Mercy comes like the salving touch
of healers' hands
over our ruinous
Mercy comes like a child softly singing
our suffering to sleep,
swaying us through the night
in the deep-curled cradle of love.