baffled by mercy

when i trust you

and put my hope hoping you

for me will make things work

with my field giving a plentiful harvest

and my cattle, numerously, multiply

you let me down badly

with your refusal

to open windows of heaven

for showers to fall on ground

instead

you open doors of pestilence

to strike my cattle

then i trusted you not

from you

nothing i expected

but you then

flood me with blessings, baffling

me with your unlimited mercy

henry victor     17.04.2003

to grace and mercy

water is murky and turbulent

and i lack the tail of a sea horse

to dance for joy with a partner

or to anchor self in my new house

neither do i have the advantage

to carefully camouflage like a chameleon

as i loiter among the many predators

lurking with strength and big numbers

hence i turn to grace from high above

and mercy of the conservationists

themselves struggling to retain sanity

in this arrogant insane community

© henry victor     18.08.2003

being a grace

grace walks in my soul’s neighbourhood
like the gentle breeze sneaking through
the million hair on the surface of my body,
my form establishing my presence here

a space i chose to live, move, and to learn

the purpose of my being now that i decided
to break the fifth Mosaic commandment
hoping to increase the content of my name

among the maze of oil fields in the land

of opportunity, prompting, also, a becoming
elsewhere, in my mother land, a brain drain
denying those desperately needing my mind
 
henry victor     28.02.2014