Sabbath Series: 9 - Mercy

Jealousy beats up Contentment
and Fear serves as an agent
of Anger who in turn decides
that the best course of action
is to humiliate and browbeat Kindness.
Malice is decked out with pom poms of expletives
while Resentment tries to relive
each painful memory. All nine lives of
Forgivness have been used up
so there she lays gasping for her final
breath as Patience walks away.
Today is gray and Love's execution
is schedule for noon as Revenge weighs
each action on a scale of Injustice
i'm looking for Goodness to right this wrong
but instead run into Cruelty who seems so strong
this of course terrifies Peace
who legs have been crippled
by the bullets in Deciet's piece.
Joy is shackled to his sit and
banned from taking a stand
to defend all that's Good and
so Evil reigns supreme.
It's a quarter to noon
I can hear Hell's depressing tune
sung by the Devil's goons.
I wish it were a dream
and not so extreme
but it's a big mess, the fortress
of Serenity has surrendered to Despair
who arrested Prayer, the last defense
for Love. Faith has been banished
and Doubt has returned.
It seems like all hope is lost
till Mercy says No.

20 comments:

simeoneomobaba said...

Wow, I feel like screaming “ where are you from ? ” …this is just too much….
Who else could have stopped this volcanic calamity except mercy..

God bless you …I’m kinda short of words right now..

Jaycee said...
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Jaycee said...

A ya ya...it's amazing how MERCY shuts the gate to everything that is a hindrance to my intimacy with my Father. I struggle with jealousy, despair, worry, anxiety, e.t.c...but mercy says "Jaycee, NO...come into my presence...and find PEACE." Hallelujah!

One important line I noticed "Despair
who arrested Prayer, the last defense
for Love..." I've learned something...when we don't feel like praying is when we really need to PRAY most...so that doors of mercy can remain open. Prayer is really for us, not for God. Prayer establishes God's word in our lives...its like a prophetic declaration!

Love this. *Sigh*

Remi, United Kingdom said...

my oh my, speechless... this is wonderfully awesome... I like "Today is gray and Love's execution is schedule for noon as Revenge weighs each action on a scale of Injustice" that right there captures what we feel when despair takes residence within our soul and we are gripped with fear and believe that what we see is indeed the end of the line, the end of hope! But thank God for his grace, his mercy and the previledge of prayer!

and then you wrote "Despair
who arrested Prayer, the last defense for Love"..

I don't even know what to say, cus I love this piece...

So I'll just say thank God for you and sharing your gift... your writings encourage parallel and unhinged thinking...

Brokerprize is calling your name pronto!!!! Much lovexx

Olamild said...

Deep!

disgodkidd said...

my meter isn't running right now so i cant process this...but since everyone says its wow...ditto...

thanks for the verse...

SOLOMONSYDELLE said...

hey kafo! how now? How's the election season looking to you? I definitely miss your other blog, though I understand the need to close up shop.

Take care, my sista.

Funms said...

how did u come up with this????? ur really talented.... very deep
"It seems like all hope is lost
till Mercy says No."

i wonder where we'll all be without mercy....

Standtall said...

What about writing it like this "doubt is banished, faith has returned"?

Just twisting it lol.

Nice poem

Mak said...

aww K,

Miss you too. my email address is macalurs@yahoo.com.

You do still of course, write such beauty.

AnalĂ­a said...

I needed to read it twice. WoW d unspoken, very shaking.
Ani

Miss Pearse said...

I know Kafo...I know u know wat I know...I haven't even told anybody...But, but...How did you know???

Well said mehn...well said.

The Life of a Stranger called me said...

You are talented. You way with words if simply magnificent. I love this.

eni.ola said...

see wetin i dey miss o... u b inspiration ooo...

I have not studied my lesson at all this whole quarter but maybe I'll start... next week.

Kafo said...

@ simeoneomobaba: earth

@ jaycee: i wanted to capitalize on Love but without Mercy love couldn't have shown thru

@ remi: what is brokerprize

@ olamild: thanks

@ disgodkidd: r u okay

@ solomonsdyelle: i have to comeback, so today is the first day of the last 60 days of this process. stay tuned

@ funms: check out Cece Winans Mercy Said No, thanks

@ standtall: LOL i knew i couldn't verbalize or put into words what came after so i just stuck to the intro.

@ mak: i will

@ analia: thanks

@ miss P: lol i know right

@ the life of a stranger called me: words are empty without the action that Mercy brings

@eni.ola: this is not actually from the sabbath school lesson, i was listening to Greg Long Mercy said no sung by CeCe and the wheels started turning

Reverence said...

ooh amazing.. i looove that cece song...i cant listen to it once, i always have to repeat.
This is really beautiful..

btw, guess what Joshua Harris book i bought?

Kafo said...

@ reverence: yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy let mii know what u think about the book

Standtall said...

I see

Buttercup said...

oh my...that was profound..

love it!

rebecca said...

The Sea

(1)

The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea!

The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

Without a mark, without a bound,

It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round;

It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;

Or like a cradled creature lies.
(2)

I'm on the Sea! I'm on the Sea!

I am where I would ever be;

With the blue above, and the blue below,

And silence wheresoe'er I go;

If a storm should come and awake the deep,

What matter? I shall ride and sleep.

(3)

I love (oh! how I love) to ride

On the fierce foaming bursting tide,

When every mad wave drowns the moon,

Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,

And tells how goes the world below,

And why the south-west blasts do blow.
(4)

I never was on the dull tame shore

but I lov'd the great Sea more and more,

And backwards flew to her billowy breast,

Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest;

And mother she was, and is to me;

For I was born on the open Sea!

~~~by aoc powerlevewling