Mercy

the spiraling, spinning maze of confusion

stirs itself into the mix of anguish and pain

and aching emptiness

at the bottom of an empty well

a terror so strong it shakes me

at the core of who I am

kneeling in front of an open window

as tears explode from my eyes

I listen for something tangible

as the wind moves through the trees

I listen to the chiming melodies

for the unspoken sound of a word

the key is willingness…

that is the message today

the answer is somewhere in the silence

in the idea of faith

I don’t want to know only the ‘idea’

but still the questions come

and in the cold wind filling my room

I rock back and forth and cry

help me to let go of this pain

of this fear that grips my chest

help me learn to breathe

like the leaves falling from the trees

help me carry this weight

as I buckle beneath the task

I am on my knees

help me, help me please

I don’t know your name

or if I can recognize your face

but I can willingly concede

that there is no other way out of this

in the quiet chill of this morning

as the birds sing to me from the trees

I am willing to surrender

please, have mercy on me…