Boundless Mercy

By. N.G. Sledge

Wooden beads slip through
my shaken hands.

My shaken heart
what have I done

to You?

The monotony
of the Hail Mary's

the monotony
of my sins.

I am unworthy of
His mercy.

Yet it was doled out 
to me

in Mercy.

How do I repay
such mercy?

Such Love.

By leaving the old life.
And living for The Life.

I shall cease counting
my prayers.
Those wooden beads.

And live in it.

I shall stop counting my love.
And give it freely.

Like it was given to me.

N.G. Sledge