Angels Of Mercy Amidst The Merciless.
I see the world in her eyes,
a new Eden of passion and hope,
reflecting across the mirror of man's pain.
The angel of mercy approaches,
to heal cancer ridden children,
and ease the ache in old folks's bones.
Comfort the parents of sons
butchered in wars,
and leave boxes of nourishment
near the cardboard shelters
of the homeless.
Vote out the deadbeat leaders,
who serve only themselves
while our children die.
Such angels are granted
great power in the vast beyond
offering the souls of aborted babies
new wombs to dwell in.
Restoring innocence
to the abused,
saving lives in an instant
before the wrench of
grinding metal and glass,
the rend of lead penetrating flesh.
Prayer is her calling card,
an invite to come,
oftentimes simply through
people amongst us,
who (forgive) and simply (give for)
the sheer joy and peace of it.
Wings are earned by
such kind souls here,
Heaven is a place that promotes them
from mere mortals to angels of mercy.
It is one of the highest callings,
How big are the stubs of your wings