Monday, April 27, 2015

Love Offerings

                      "Mercy is the ultimate and supreme act by which God comes to meet us”
                                                                                                        Pope Francis


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
injuriousness.

Mercy comes like a child softly singing 
our suffering to sleep,
swaying us through the night
  in the deep-curled cradle of love. 









3 comments:

  1. Beautiful! We are both writing about God's cradle! I love the quatrains and the repetition of "Mercy" and the structure they offer. I like, too, the centered lines, they offer a softness to me. So glad to see this post. Just thinking how much I miss the love and light that comes through your poems!

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  2. Beautiful metaphors and honesty, as well, and as always!

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    1. Thank you dear friend. I love cradles too!

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