Sweet little Mercy
Sat by her dream
In a solitary place, under a solitary tree
Bemoaning the
hardness of her little Heart
Stacking herself away from the ruthless world
The ruthless world where, some laugh; some scorn
Just then; above the dark shadows of her sorrow
There came brightness!
A brightness of a thousand suns filled with joy!
A presence of divine beauty!
A Beauty beyond the realm of words!
With blemish-less wings, reaching towards her
The One, descended to her side
Wiping her tears, and soothing her heart
Cladding her in silver
and gold
Putting a chain about her neck
And ear-rings in her ears
He placed the beautiful
golden crown upon her humble head
And holding her, hand in hand, he led her
He led her, all the way to the Golden gate!
He too then knocked, and then He went in!
And Mercy followed too!
Followed him all the way through the golden gate!
To the place of ultimate glory; the throne of gold!
The Throne of gold, upon which the One sat!
And then, the One said to her
“Welcome Daughter!.”
And as he embraced her!
Brightness and joy!
Glory and Love!
All within her heart and all around
Filled and overflowed!
And all of these, and
all of her
All became One!
In this place of bliss and glory!
Among the stars and
suns
Happiness and Love
Angels and saints
She saw clearly! And surely so!
The once striving pilgrim too!
A moment passed!
A moment lost in quizzical thought
And in another! She laughed!
Laughed out loud!
And alas! Her dream
shattered!
And alas! She was
awake!
Awakened back into the solitary place of conditional existence
Awakened back into the hands of this ruthless world!
Tell me dear Mercy!
From this dream of heavenly bliss and glory
If only had you not laughed it away
Would you have still awakened back to this ruthless world?
