I heard of a man named Mercy,
those drawn to Him known as lovers
and ever since that long ago day,
in spite of my distrust, I have inwardly
longed to be wholeheartedly
one of those sisters and brothers.
But how might a man of so little love,
so little mercy align himself honestly
with the lovers of the Lord of Love;
the Father of Mercy? I have remained a beggar
outside the gates; listened to their songs of love,
even composed a few myself of praise and complaint,
expressing my allegiance, my hope for love,
my gratitude for the still-open invitation;
marveling at the path I have taken
since I first heard the mercy of His name.
O child of God, however stubborn your fears,
you could never deny – you are a child of Meher.
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| (drawing by Rich Panico) |
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