The Wingspan Of A Blind Mercy

A Mother’s Love surrounds her emptiness 
When the night is long. 
As Hope burdens her every Sorrow… seeping into Joy.
A Mother’s memory, a Hard Fire,...mocking her Unshakable Faith.
It Binds Her to her Boundless Grief. A photograph -
In pride of place… Where her eyes, Fall Daily... 
To Her knees In Prayer.
Her Love becoming a solemn Vow -
To Never Forget. 
A vow to Surrender to the Clarity
of Her bleeding Heart - And thereby, gain a speck 
Of Destiny… In the Winter 
Of All Doubt. 
All This - As Her Wounds 
Preach the Gospel 
of Her Devotion. Casting out -
across a lake of fire - 
to a pool of Angels Unborn 
And Spellbound -
with eyes as mortal as snow…. 
A wingspan from a
Blind Mercy.

They Didn't
Know.