If I don't stop to think about it

I can still give a little

This outpouring
this soaring high above the parapets
arms outstretched to catch the wind
to steal the sky
to save the world

I will embrace it all
our fall from grace

Humanity below
in his seething boiling
lustfilled indecencies

I can take it all
swallow our failure to aspire

drink deeply the sea of despair
we have built one lake at a time
filling constantly with the lost
the broken
the ones no one has spoken for

And if you give me your weak
your meek

your motherless children seeking
in the wilderness

I will allow them to
come through me
to you

a voice
the sound
at last found
within the star spattered colours of my skin
will pray for you
will sing for you

will at last
find solace in flight

Together
I and all the world of misery
will climb the rungs of heaven
to reach
beseech
and screech to be heard

And the word is not God

the word is mercy

Have mercy

I have

and I freely give it to you........