Poem July 27, 1957 Issue

MERCY

Myrtle Daugherty

How blessed to receive
A brother's mercy toward some blunder
Of one's own, regretted poignantly.
And then again,
How blest a state of consciousness,
The feeling merciful,
Seeing all mortal frailty
For what it is, illusion.

Mercy is an attribute of God.
The merciful are blest,
Obtaining heaven's mercy.

Myrtle Daugherty

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