Quickly‘s prompt took most of today. This is a rewritten triversen I wasn’t happy with before. I like it better now.
Have some Mercy
Mercy’s quiet voice, low,
melodic, draws people to her,
One kind word cuts to
the heart, melting it quicker than
someone’s empty sympathy ever could
Her eye catches your goodness.
She shares a knowing look and
you’re left uplifted, sanctified almost.
Hands that know firmness
and kindness in equal measure
that shape her vivid ambitions.
Where others might grapple
with conscience, battering it down,
she embraces it, nurtures it.
Knowing her changes you,
makes you strive harder to be better.
Everyone needs some Mercy.