May 9, 2021

Mercy and compassion.

We could shine our light quietly, like the sun.

Like the moon and stars. Lovely and silent.


I go to sleep early and wake after midnight, 

Wanting the feel of fresh air.

Outside, clouds cover the moon 

Like a child hiding a precious toy.

Standing there, I consider my life.

Have I done anything that was worth doing?

I know who I am; does anyone else know me?

An owl nearby seems to agree, asking me, “Who?”

jobe,” I answer, and turn to go inside.


May I learn mercy and compassion; how to give them both, yes, but also how to receive them both. In all things, a balance.



Ren Powell

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