The cup of Mercy is so small
Its drops are few
Too greedily
We thirst to drink them all
Mercy holds the well of life
As songs and fables claim
So humbly from this cup
We seek the source of nourishment
And we become the same
In Mercy lifted up
Our kindest acts of Love performed
Above this almost-empty cup.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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