In my dream,
drilling into the marrow
of my entire bone,
my real dream,
The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on.
and the sun wields mercy
but like a jet torch carried to high,
and the jets whip across its sight
and rockets leap like toads,
God-Full-of-Mercy, the prayer for the dead.
If God was not full of mercy,
Mercy would have been in the world,
Not just in Him.
Mercy O, rain God,
Down pour you shower,
Nothing will be left but fewer,
My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,
but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;
and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.
The ship that took my mother to Ellis Island
Eighty-three years ago was named "The Mercy."
She remembers trying to eat a banana
without first peeling it and seeing her first orange
Concerning your letter in which you ask
me to call a priest and in which you ask
me to wear The Cross that you enclose;