A Prayer of Mercy and Tears

A Prayer of Mercy and Tears ~

Sending me into rivulets. . .

 Shall make rivers of love,

But I am-

Merely crying in the dark blithely,

Where I will fold enfold a boy,
of my own to hold,

Child that suckles my tears,

Which flow like soft crescents,

Down over my soft petal-cheeked,
face that he'd once called rose-washed,

dusk or flower-

Which had a sunlight glow attached

One that makes me feel whole-

 

As I lie down for my baby’s sake,

And whisper sweet nothings,

In his ear that he lends me,

Making me wish for one instant,

Only an instant in time I do not gain . . .

That I, his poor mother in,

Such a verily lone state,

Would be able to-
be a whole person again,

But my tears are mercy rivers,

Yet to be granted-

Not shame, so I know

That God will finally form anew my tears,

And hide those which are grief,

With love-lights that bloom upon-

My cheeks he called ‘petals,’

And fill me with goodness and light-

His mercy drawing my pain askance,

As I lie down here,

Huddled to my breast, with my own child-

Where I shall not break,

So please my God-

Do not let me break,

And if not for me-

Take away from him my pain,
In Jesus's name I say,
Amen to my King.~