Hands Of Mercy Poem by Chris Embrick

An old lady walking down the street
stopped and wrapped me in her shawl
Her only words were " Bless you child "
then she limped around the wall

A stranger and yet so kind
to the ragamuffins on the street
That night it turned bitter cold
and I was thankful for the heat

With dawn I saw the flashing lights
a common sight most any day
I shivered there and watched the sight
as Medics carried her body away

I realized what she had done
when she left her shawl behind
Her hands of mercy, love was real
when she gave her life for mine.