My Lord allowed Himself
to be named Father of Mercy,
perhaps to keep us reminded
subliminally that we are ever and utterly
at the mercy of God the Omnipotent.
The religious of us tiptoe
around this terrible truth
by the assumption of a chosen status;
by ritualistic appeasement, petitions and
blandishments.
Others seek solace in an existential detachment –
even to the point of atheism -- to avoid
any possible threat of judgment,
a comparative sense of inferiority
or simply because they place nothing above
the god of their mind.
God is Love, said my Lord
but it’s not our sort of love – attachment,
affection, infatuation; pity and remorse.
Love is simply another name for God –
His unimaginable Oneness.
O child of God, child of the Father, pray that you
might
one day know the true meaning of mercy.
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