Though we were afraid
We stood

Though we trembled

We reached

Though we feared falling

We let go

Though you are far 

You caught me

Though you were struggling

You held on

Though we both felt we couldn’t

We did

And the light that bathed our rebirth

Was a mute white

And the song in our mouths

Was of gratitude

And my loved ones passed over

Clambored from their soil and Ash

As beautiful as children again

Clasping my empiness 

They claimed me anew

Standing on the bridge

One side darkness and dusk

Extinguisher of all I was

The other side golden 

You have been so missed they chorused

And at first I couldn’t bear the feeling

Surging in me like a hundred hands

But they held firm, did not let me run, did not excuse me

No death did not stop us

No life is not meant to be half lived

One foot peering over the edge

And when the bird

Red breasted and full

Flew into my room and cast his burning glow

I lifted from my expiry

I left there on the bed

My tears

My certainty of nothing

And light as a dream 

Flew outside

Feeling as if the very first

The pinch of fresh air

Brighten grey

Banish terror

Unplug disease

Renew hope

Lifting their hands to heaven

All those I thought lost

Remind me anew

You are so loved

Cone back to life

Cross the bridge

Watch isolation fade

As a dark ship will receed in fog

All was but a dream

This hand in yours

This family forsook

You are still standing

Even as landscape burned

Your strength found 

In the deep roots of a patient tree

Invulnerable to life’s petty whim

Endure and overhead

Watch the season turn on her slim ankle

And fill us with color

I have been waiting all this time

For permission to breathe deeply

And exhale 

Letting go of fear and the unknown

For those who are never lost

Keep us tethered to the living 

Even as they cross

To wonderment


40 thoughts on “Mercy

  1. This has such a positive tone to it–a reassuring one, one that speaks of purpose and encouragement and presence and revitalization. It’s a beautiful piece of work.

  2. Something about this poem moved me to tears. That happens so rarely. I could feel the overwhelming hope and release as she is welcomed and loved. Maybe my reaction was due to my own life of isolation. But there is no bridge, no choice, no golden voices beckoning. Only isolation no matter where I turn, with occasional visitors outside the glass walls. So I accept my isolation and learn to be free within it.

  3. Wonderful, Candice …such beautifully clear images …another one of your best …such flow! ❤

  4. Thank you. “One foot peering over the edge” “keep us tethered to the living”. A vivid image of being on the bridge and ready to let go…beautifully captures the mind and heart of one on the bridge. Wonderfully written with few words bursting with so much emotion.

  5. Wow! Just wow! It reads like a rebirth, a Phoenix rising from the ashes to be free and more beautiful than ever before. Welcome back, Candice! I have missed you xxx

  6. How close to the other side we walk in our common hours, and lending a ear voice sing to us, and our fear drops away, we real-ize life is lived in the shadow of light, just a Jung has told us …

  7. Sometimes, alright quite often your poetry, the way you convey & express thoughts and experiences, just leaves me speechless & in awe. You also are stronger than you think my dear friend. ღ

  8. I felt myself breathe as I always do when i read your words. Like the world stands still and I read and breathe.

  9. This the first poem I’ve read of yours…. and your words touched deeply, as if you knew my journey….Thank you, and I shall be reading more of your wondrous words….

  10. There are a lot of crappy poems out there on Facebook. I’ve been getting a bit weary, lately, reading all the writers who try to write but just don’t have the spark or the discipline behind them.

    You, my friend, understand words.

    This poem refreshed me, and made me feel.

    A thousand times thank you.

  11. PS: Sorry, that was a strange typo! I’m sorry. I meant “on the Internet” (not Facebook). Maybe a Freudian slip?? 🙂 Anyway, thank you again for your refreshing work. I will be reading your future postings with anticipation.

  12. Life-affirming, and full of cherishable images which are lke bright, wonderful turning points.
    “And when the bird
    Red breasted and full
    Flew into my room and cast his burning glow”

    and the season’s slim ankle and the dark ship in fog is brilliant. A great read, thank you. I will be following your work! 🙂 🙂 All the best!

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