Mercy

Somewhere where rainbows glare
And atmosphere knows no fear.
Where stars burn with force
In galaxies at conflict with universal prose;
Bits of space junk
Avoid their projectile transmission beams
As earthlings receive tired welcomes on sofa’s green:

Somewhere in time and space
Where man meets God
And creates constant flux,
Time stands still, like the clock on my wall,
Steadfast like a white horse shrouded by sepia and morning stars
A stare, pervasive… transfixed.

His mane reaches down from heaven’s mantle
And graces terra-ferma like the carpet in my living room
Feeling too soft for my feet to notice their complacent mood,
The reality of his presence too inconspicuous
To ever display in our thoughts,
Or tell in our dreams,
Of something a foot in the still night air.

His body is strong, His demeanour so gentle,
No oxymoron, just paradoxically
His world view contradicting verse.
His lamb like nature,
Or a voice heard to roar,
His blood crying mercy,
From the poisoned dying earth;

He Roams free like a stallion
On the hills of the cosmos,
In His mighty invincibility,
His majesty… His worth.

He cast His omniscient eye over killing fields
Assessing us like sheep, in pastures that bleed
With the blood drained from the poor.
We ignore his glances and untold misery
At our peril, grazing on hatred and suffering in our stances.

Oblivious, the world continues to spin in its anti-clockwise motion
Dictated to the dictates of dictators at war;
Times idles like the grass on my lawn
As we refuse the light of this proverbial white horse.

His eyes flash like swords upon our rebellion,
Crimson darts, throw down anger from His apprehension.
Like arrows of lightning that illuminate the night
A manifestation of woe casts shadows like the angel of light.

We view the spectacle from our hallway stairs
He looks back at our history
Before our joy turned to misery;
His sword returns to its sheath
For yet another bloodthirsty year.