The Mercy We Long For

 Painting by Anton Otto Fischer

Don't boast, you judges, that you no longer torture
or clamp an iron collar 'round the neck.
Though the mercy we long for
may rearrange your features

and the scaffold fall into disuse

like an outgrown toy,
no one is better off.

The god of true mercy would step differently
into the undefended heart.

He would enter with radiance
the way gods do, strong as the sea wind

for treasure-bearing ships, and claim us lightly

as the child of an infinite union
absorbed in play.

Rilke : Sonnet to Orpheus II, 9

H/T to A Year With Rilke for this beautiful poem .

No comments: