Mercy


Mercy like rain, like a river. 
Mercy like balm, an ointment that heals, revives. 
Mercy like consolation, the silent voice of presence which nudges gently onwards when it seems that hope is lost, that darkness prevails, that love has lost the battle. 
Mercy, a word and a metanoia- turning from and turning to.  Life will never be the same once that one word, that simple word, is heard- mercy!

Jesus says: "I am...."
Who are you for me, Lord? You are mercy.

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