Wow, two reposts on the same day. Both, from my perspective, addressing the same thing. The unspeakable, the thing I can’t yet find words to write about. It’s always, “Only by His mercy” when it could be by His love.
I grew up near the corn,
a state,
where they slap you on the back,
celebrating their “whiteness”,
imagining,
their superiority.
It is only by His mercy,
that I could see through,
their confederate banner waving,
monsters lived in their hearts,
while the Klan lived with the fire,
of hatred burning,
waiting for their turn,
searching for a voice,
It is only by His mercy,
that I saw the truth of a mountain,
the peace of the woods,
His love, in creation,
and people,
cultures from around the world,
began speaking,
a young heart wandering in the desert,
to this day, I love India.
It is only by His mercy,
that I’m in my right mind,
loving,
instead of hating,
It’s only by His mercy.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Blessings to everyone, and peace!
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
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