I must have held a bit too tightly, anxious in my grasping.
I saw it there, moved quickly, lifted my hand and met its movement.
Held it in my hand.
I clutched with all my heart, my mighty mind and anxious searching.
And longer this time, it rested there, before its wings in a flutter of struggle convinced my opening of hand
to release again to the heavens,
mercy, stopped by again…
I dreamt in bright color, red.
Held mercy in my hand, a red bird, fearless and for me momentarily; yet, less fleetingly than before.
I touched its velvet belly. My palm cushioned its smooth chest and my fingers settled its fitful feathers.
It rested longer this time, just enough for me to know,
tender mercy, I know you, yes.