Mercy by Amrita Valan

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I caress, stroke the keyboard

My fingers try to feel the

Soul of each letter,

To describe mercy,

Is no mean feat.

For she sways

Still observes

Our crushed

Defeat

Half dead

Exhausted

Hopeless

As we grieve

She smiles

On our pain drilled

Tear filled eyes

Destiny’s

Handmaiden

Fate’s iron will.

But softer than

Air or

Water

Her elemental influence

Turns our

Hopelessness

Into resolve

A state of grace.

She exudes her mercy

Most

When we kneel

Surrender

Accept our state.

Who weeps for us

It is she,

Who wipes our tears

With soft zephyr breeze

She who says

The fears are real

But you can and will

Deal with them,

Dear child

Of destiny. 

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