The pain and whippings and self-flagellation our minds can inflict on our own selves is greater than any mountain we dare to conjure up.
At times like these, when our suffering is deep and sore and painful, it is wise to acknowledge our own lack of mercy and rather instead, to wrap our selves in love.
Because we were created. We were hand-crafted.
And while we still breath, we are life.
Night doesn’t last forever
And with the breaking of each dawn
We are promised strength for the day
Everlasting mercy
And the brightest
Of sunlight
His mercies each morning abound
With compassion never failing
As before His throne
We wait
Inspired by:
Lamentations 3:22-23 KJV
It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
Heat like a burning iron
Seared through my heart
Scorching the soft flesh –
The intensity of which
Left me begging for mercy
My unwiped tears left to
Dry themselves away
It has been suggested that I am “too intense”
I have no idea how to be less intense
And whether I should even try
But I guess being less intense could be more fun
How does one go about being less intense?
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