Sisters of Mercy

...for Leonard Cohen They unweave the web of lies for thee, lay platters of forgiveness at thy feet, intrigue falters, and the taint of greed, their soft embraces dutiful and sweet. They walk you through the fire with measured gait, distilling all the hatred and the fear, 'til cleansed and ready for the test of faith you pass through Heaven's gate without a tear. Emulsified, the portrait of a waif takes shape, as if transfigured by the Light, within the crucible you coruscate, and glow unhindered, gentled by their might. A waif in Heaven's eyes is like a king, untrammeled by the trappings of the crown, in rags, yet fortified by trust and love, the Sisters pray, you lay your burdens down.