God Full of Mercy: Poem
I wait for the wind
To blow away the bad
Like winter snow,
August’s thousand winds blow.
I stretched my hands
To hold down to the old ends
But they are lost forever.
I want to capture and hold
A prayer, a sign, and faith
That gives me strength.
I look for a light,
A moment, a sign.
My movements are clumsy.
Without my partner,
I am a bad dancer.
My internal rhythms are rusty.
I am broken and lost,
Spoken and listen the most.
New dances have new positions.
New membership and partnerships
Begin the adjustment
As God is full of mercy,
As laughter is a sound
Of soul dancing fancy
At the present
Moment.
Tomshinsky@2025
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