Mercy’s Butterfly #poetry

monarch black and white

She confident, flits

over my dry and barren soul

brush against fingertips

of my sorrow do you know?

Neither can we speak

I stand in silent wonder

vibrant never weak

heart beats strong like thunder

Daring and alive

this race that she is in

touch hope, now I strive

She vibrant as the wind

our eyes for moments meet

her smile so pure and bright

her convection ever sweet

my burden now seems light

Mercy takes a  wing

lift another is her goal

joy her journey brings

detach each from life’s shoals

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Lift our spirits

gently remove life’s pain

Mercy’s butterfly

mercys butterfly

There are days when life seems too weighty. Those are the days when mercy is the greatest comfort. I hope this poem lifts your spirits (even for a moment.)

Thank you to Poet’s United for this week’s prompt – Mercy.

 

Proverbs 11:17  “A man who is kind (merciful)  benefits himself, but a cruel man hurts himself.”

Where Are You? #poetry

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Yesterdays all dry

lifting my face to heaven

to God I cry

“Where are you?” I implore

my bones suffer 

I pour out my soul

like the deer 

I pant for refreshment

“God draw me near”

my tears like waves

flow over pain

close the lid to my grave

give me hope anew

soil for joy to grow

on mercies wings I flew

There are desert days and there are rain forest days (and everything in-between.) Suffering is part of life, it is our choice where we go when we are in pain. Put your hope in God, cry out to Him.He not only listens but He carries us through the darkest nights…

 “As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”…
By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life. I say to God my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?”  My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, “Where is your God?”  Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.” ~ Psalm 42 1 -2, 8 – 11

“The LORD make His face shine on you, And be gracious to you; The LORD lift up His countenance on you, And give you peace.

~ Number 6:25 & 26

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