Mercy & Grace

Mercy & Grace

Mauled by a hit-and-run encounter,
abandoned, left to mew faintly
in life’s damp gutter…

Mercy with her sharp ears, hears,
scoops up this pitiful pile of fluff
wraps it gently in a warm fleece blanket
before shock sets in

She croons and rocks this injured creature
back into a semblance of existence
cuddles it close to her maternal breast.
She calls for help.

Grace breathes with the Holy Spirit’s
fire into the cold despairing nose
both wait for the shuddering
inhalation of hope.

c.Darlene Moore Berg


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