O' PAIN, LET MERCY SEE THY FACE
by Robert J. Lindley
Discontent that sets its own sails
over waters shimmering deep
stray-shot arrows, that heart impales
within darken dreams life tells
O' pain, let mercy see thy face
as sorrows replay youth's disgrace.
Paradise, where hides - joy of hope
Is salvation within man's scope ?
I that stomped grapes with my feet
grasp at shadows from falling leaf,
yet fearful of darkness I meet
ever mindful of souls in grief.
Make wine from grapes plucked by hand
pray aloud, as barefoot I stand.
Paradise, where hides - joy of hope
Is salvation within man's scope ?
From within mind's loss, blades of glass
icy slivers into veins sink
dark and morose, the dying grass
seeds borne of gulps, Life's poison drink.
O' truth cut this heart to the quick
of these sorrows, I am too sick.
Paradise, where hides - joy of hope
Is salvation within man's scope ?
