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