Mercy, Mercy
Mercy Truth is we’re just as lost today (though the terrain has changed) as we were those nearly twenty years ago trying to find our way to a new baby they’d taken ninety plus miles a w a y intubated incubated & mildly sedated to discover what the trouble was. And because interiors are not obvious obviously it would be weeks of seeing you thrive then quietly decline, cry like quiet babies quietly dying cry and then draw your blessed caul about your eyes and somehow die and somehow live on in the beneath of it. And I thought maybe you’re trying on this mantle of skin I made for you the way metal tries on the fire the way the hand that guides it into the blue coals must be a master’s hand and let the earth do what the earth will do and has done long before we even came into this mix of star and igneous stone. ...
