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