Mercy

When we pardon, we aren't always noble. When we condemn, we aren't always callous.

Mercy isn't always nestled in Compassion's womb.
She sometimes kisses her surrogate mother
called Duty.

Deliverance isn't Mercy's only child
She has a reclusive sibling
called Death

Reviews

[Avocations of Amber]

Very insightful. I think of God when I think of mercy. I think of His mercy for me. Still, the mercy we all want to imagine is laced with happy endings......Heaven being the one in my vision. It's the other end of the spectrum rarely mentioned that you have pointed out. It's a complicated perspective, but real. Well done....

[Augustus]

Thanks a lot for your perceptive review. :)

[Leslie Philibert]

A fine poem from a poet who understands poetry, and I notice the 19th romantic influence here, done very well...

[Augustus]

Thank you Leslie!

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

This is a short witty poem, your words creats a mental picture of what mercy should be in the time we have to pardone.

[Augustus]

Thank you! :)

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chukwuebuka Benson]

Well come.

[ganga ramesh]

I am reminded of the merchant of venice by shakespeare...please read his act iv it has a beautiful account of what mercy is...

a beautiful line from that is
"It is twice blesseth:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes"

please read it and this piece is a wonderment and a costly affair to be praised and embraced.
with love,
Ganga Ramesh

[Talia]

Wow... each time I read this, I fall farther and farther into its depth. This is wonderful. I also find it interesting how you capitalized the first letters of Compassion, Duty, Deliverance, Mercy, and Death. There is so much in the few words of this poem. Thank you for this.

[Augustus]

Thanks a lot, Talia! :)

[Talia]

Quite welcome :)