Mercy of the Days
On a moving treadmill
we are pushed towards
an untimely end
Yet the sun beats
down its life giving rays
Streams and rivers
continue to flow
We should be thankful
for the mercy of the days
and the mercy of heaven
A cool breeze from the east
lets us know where we stand
Perhaps a song in the
distance
will reach our ears
We are not alone!
Poetry cuts into our souls
like a hot knife through butter
We should be thankful for small mercies
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2018
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