A Prayer of Tears and Mercy

 

 

                              A Prayer of Tears and Mercy ~

 

Sending me into spiraling rivulets. . .

 Shall make rivers of mercy,

But- am-

Merely crying in the dark persistent,

Where I will fold enfold unto my breast a boy to own,

Child that suckles as my tears,

Rise like humps, and wavy crescents,

Down, over my soft petal-cheeked rose,

That he’d once loved to call shaded dusk-

A flower-

That had a sunlight glow attached to it-

One that makes me feel once again-

Just whole,

As I lie down for my baby’s sake,

And whisper sweet nothings,

In his ear that he lends,

Making me wish but for an instant,

Only an instant in time, which cannot be granted . . .

That I, his poor mother like this,

That I his poor mother I such sad state,

Would be able to-

Be whole again,

But my tears are rivers of mercy,

Yet to be granted-

Not shame,

So I know,

That God will finally form anew my tears,

And hide those composed of grief,

With love-lights, that bloom upon-

My cheeks he once called ‘petal,’

And fill me with goodness, and light-

His mercy taking away my pain,

As I lie down here,

Huddled to my breast, with my own child-

I shall not break,

Please God-

Do not let me break,

And if not for me-

Take away from him my pain,

Amen ~