Mercy remembers
...we are dust
Flourish like a flower

MAGNIFICENT
...the wind blows

G
O
N
E .

Not remembered
By the place in which it bloomed.
“mercy”
Remember :
...eternal LOVE
UNENDING
P
O
U
R
S
OUT
L-I-F-E...

Those who drink
Willingly
Flourish: a
C
E
D
A
R
Planted in the
Courts of the KING

ESTABLISHED!

 Sowing precedes reaping...
“I give you everything.”

YET , my fingers grip the notes
I think will meet my needs...

Forgetting :
YOU have given all. 

YOU seem to have to prise everything
From my selfish, childlike finger's grip;
A reluctant child with too much candy: 

Sick and needy;
Unable to let go
To Recognise
    YOU.

 YOUR  warm , firm, loving grip-
WISDOM- that speaks reason to a soul
-Resolute on selfish control of nothing-

Does not rip it from me;
Gently you coax it
From my sad hand
With promise of
Better-more-REAL

I wrestle senselessly
With all that I am
then
surrender
To all that YOU are and have.