Glimpses
I seek Mercy amid sand,
feeling the grit rolling
in the palm of my hand.
Pressure, brings the sensation
of feeling tiny bits biting skin.
An outward distraction.
I need moments...now,
...and sometimes then,
of peace He can endow.
An updraught of light,
that can break through
a darkness I can not fight.
He grants glimpses. Tantalizers.
Promises, I can hold onto.
Heaven revealed, amid hell's fires.
Promises should be enough,
but there are demon-chasers.
Flashbacks are harsh and rough.
Projected on this brimstone,
they dispell the spirit in me,
leaving me again flesh and bone.
I lack the strength that I need,
to never turn my head aside,
to look heavenward in deed.
If I can't grant what I seek to you,
how can I ever move on?
Justice's shackles, chain me too.
Forgiveness isn't easy. But, is required if we are to ask it ourselves. © 2011Tamera Dobbins