To RHE

As though mercy
were not a whirlwind,
nor rescue a cataract!

Have you not felt
the tremors that
spiderweb across the
seas, fractal and
fracturing, convulsing
as they pass?

Have you not
known in your
marrow the desperation
of security?
Deliver us, we
pray, from our
contentment and from our
peace of mind.

Have mercy on us
when mercy cannot
be. All mortal good—
immortal wrought.
All deeds are done in Spirit.

Pity,
love, and mercy,
love and mercy,
mercy, mercy,
mercy.