Walking beneath the firs 'a green
When a crack I hear, though nothing seen.
To turn and find an egg now hatched,
Before its time, a fall unmatched -

A force beyond its mothers own ,
Has taken its life before it was known.

The earth and its person can seem too cruel ,
the raging fire with unlimited fuel .
Consumes the lives and endlessly drives
away the spirits from bodies.

And like that fragile egg I know.
that life can come and life can go.
So I look to the One who made it.

Closer to Thee is all I can be,
The world around me is fading away.
One day I will flee into eternity
But in which destination will I stay ?

By Lakechia Jeanne
DoPoetry©

I will be merciful ,
as You are merciful .
Mercy is what I seek .

Your Hand that remained extended when turned away.
makes me wanting, makes me meek.

The meekness and mercy You showed
baffles this corrupted mind.

Oh if such a treasure on earth I could find -
the silences of Your heart despite the blows

The eternal pain that no one knows,
each time a soul turns away.

But I come to you ,
for You enabled me to ,
see Your mercies with each new day.

I want to forgive, I even declare it .
But the feelings of hardness remain.

I want to forgive, my body cant bear it .
the constant hurting and pain.

I see how You dealt, when in the ground You knelt ,
and asked for the suffering to end.
when the hands You created slapped Your sacred Face.

Yet I have been wronged indirectly,
I cannot tell anyone of this but You.

So I'm asking;
Give me the mercy that I need to extend ,
For I do not have it within.

As You forgave me may I forgive others
For I do not want to sin.

And as that person walks my way ,
May an overflowing love fill my heart.

May I reach out in genuine affection.
May it be a new start.

(Click here for the inspiration to this poem:
The High Cost of Mercy - David Wilkerson)