Mercy without Miracles and
Miracles without Mercy
A day 2,500 years ago
and life was the same, struggling
to understand God and fate
and how the stars may hold
prediction but lack all means
of mercy. For mercy
was an evening without power, was weak
as was seen
the majesty of forgiveness.
It was before Jesus came as sibling, as friend,
revealing the depths of God’s grace, the redemption
in surrender and late evening devotion, breathing
with the direction of the wind, open to hardships
as to miracles, orchestrated by a loving hand.
First God was many in our minds,
segregated, dissected, tangled with human
hypocrisies, pride and jealousies.
Then God was one in our minds,
higher, mightier than death, closer still,
let us hold God in our arms, be held like
a tiny flower head is held by a child’s hand,
cupped, yellow buttercup, glowing,
treasured by God, each of us,
a necessary and loved creation.
Back then, even great minds glimpsed
such profound greenery,
but could not complete the joy.
humanity’s completion with God,
connection, void of complications,
like an infant’s first smile or that infant,
holding out her arms,
saying your name.
Copyright © 2020 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Our Poetry Archive” October 2020
First published in “Chicago Record Magazine” August 2020
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