Mercy is not mild, but wild:
Untrammelled grace that no law can contain,
Nor any make deserving.
How it flows!
Vaster than Amazon, flowing unhindered,
Higher than Angel Falls, swifter than cheetahs,
Gliding on eagle’s wings, riding the storm track,
This is the wildfire that does not consume.
This is wild mercy –come and taste and see!
Drink deep, its springs will never, ever fail.
There is enough for all, for everyone,
And more besides, and more and more and more.
Mercy is wild, you cannot capture it
And trot it out on Sundays just for show.
Not to be tamed, nor doled in careful thimbles:
The angels’ laughter surged through time and space,
The joy of rainbows dancing with the moon,
And tears transmute from agony to wonder,
And saint and sinner waltzing through the air.
Saddle your wide-winged horses and go forth
Into that Day that conquers endless night,
Into that morning miracled with joy,
Lift up your candle and the sun will shine,
Run without fear for here you cannot fall
Save into deeper mercy than before.
And all the saints and angels say “amen!”
And welcome you; for now, at last, you know.
