"Mission of Mercy"by Tim Kavi
what was needed
in the faded arms
of age
was a mission
purposeful embodiments
out among the stars
yet the blood dripping
down the sleeves
into the snow
turned the world into blood
such hatred
evil hearts mistreated others
where almost forgotten
a new life
was born
into the glistening
hope of a thousand
songs and smiles
a promise
a yearning
a deeply felt love
for all there is
there was
a verse that brought meaning
the tenements
the earthy streets
stained beats
of a million names lost
of a young one
looking for old
an old one looking to be young
long lines, lined up in the cold
She moved gracefully
bringing peace
seven loaves and fishes
to the dying
the lost
the cold
the sick
the frail
the small child who never made it
to shore
She took it
brought it
and sung it
a mission of mercy
to a dark, speckled world.
