Mercy Remembers


Mercy remembers
...we are dust
Flourish like a flower

MAGNIFICENT
...the wind blows

G
O
N
E .

Not remembered
By the place in which it bloomed.
“mercy”
Remember :
...eternal LOVE
UNENDING
P
O
U
R
S
OUT
L-I-F-E...

Those who drink
Willingly
Flourish: a
C
E
D
A
R
Planted in the
Courts of the KING

ESTABLISHED!

 Sowing precedes reaping...
“I give you everything.”

YET , my fingers grip the notes
I think will meet my needs...

Forgetting :
YOU have given all. 

YOU seem to have to prise everything
From my selfish, childlike finger's grip;
A reluctant child with too much candy: 

Sick and needy;
Unable to let go
To Recognise
    YOU.

 YOUR  warm , firm, loving grip-
WISDOM- that speaks reason to a soul
-Resolute on selfish control of nothing-

Does not rip it from me;
Gently you coax it
From my sad hand
With promise of
Better-more-REAL

I wrestle senselessly
With all that I am
then
surrender
To all that YOU are and have.


Anne Bloem 2008. All rights reserved.
This poem may be used free of charge, on the condition that copies are not sold for profit in any medium, nor any entrance fee charged to a performance. In exchange, the author would appreciate being notified of any occasion the poem is used in public performance. She may be contacted at: anne@newmusic.co.za