Inspiration comes from many places. Most of the time it is from a reaction to what is happening around you that goes to a deeper place of what is going on inside of you mixed with some music that plays in your ipod…this is one of those reflections in light of the last few days..(the endless barrage of facebook comments on gay marriage)
Plane Mercy on the runway
Living like a runaway—carried
Away with darkness, at the edge
Of night, with bright eyes for the
Fight, Skinny love for the skinny latte,a
For the drinks you never drink,
For the shots on the jetway,
For the Samsonite of dreams
You carry so closely, endless
Nights of the getaway—the world
Is ready for a change, a change of
Heart—mercy cries out from inside
Of me, blinders for the blunders,
Pain for the miracles we don’t see—
Faith is of little substance to the
Stubborn heart—
Mercy for the start,
O God, mercy for the finish.
Mercy for the bumper sticker
Fish and its Darwin defeat,
Mercy for the politics in the
Name of love, mercy for the
Next president that sleeps in
Arrogance, that blinks with
Weary eyes, mercy for the
Red eyes in me, that want to
Live what I say,
Mercy for the jetway,
This plane is leaving soon
Mercy for the travels soon
To come, for the mission You
Give us
Mercy for the form
Mercy for the form without power
Mercy for the self-righteous parts of
This fight,
Mercy for the marriages on display
Mercy for the kids not yet spoken
For, mercy for the little sister,
Mercy for the boredom,
Mercy for the borders,
Mercy for the edges of Your ways
For where are they recently?
Mercy for the grace I need,
Mercy to try and succeed
Mercy for the love You have
Mercy for the vapid sentences
For the rapid memories of this
Small existence,
Mercy for the colors in the rainbow
For the division in me, for the racist
Slurs beneath my breath, for
The slow giving of second chances
For the debts I collect when love
Has no record of owing anything, no loans,
No recollection of dysfunctions way past
Your bed time, mercy for the bad dreams,
Mercy for the depressed lost in the dark,
Mercy for the spark we call zeal, we call
God willing I die in red, white and blue!
Mercy for this land we call freedom,
Mercy for bleeding abortion,
Mercy for the hemorrhage of
Judgment that seems to be rising
On the inside, mercy for the flames
We call the future, mercy for the Lake
Of Fire, but mercy for Daniel’s fire,
A fiery river of righteous,
Mercy for the way we say it
Mercy for the way we must live it
Mercy for the cracks we have
Caused, for the apples we have
Taken without Your permission,
Mercy for the three day rule of
Speaking things out, mercy for
The thrice days of resurrection
Ways, of dying again to being
The center of attention,
Mercy for the things I say
But more mercy for the
Things I don’t do,
Mercy for the lack of
Follow through, for not
Really following You,
Til death do us part
In sickness and in health
In rainbows or in puddles
Of quicksand, of problems
Just for living on this land
For saying Yes to Christ
No matter the cost,
For seeking the lost
For living for love
Mercy for our lack of
Grace and our zealous
Love for the truth diplayed
In the wrong ways
Mercy for the future
That you hold in the
Palm of Your hands