Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Lord, have mercy on me a sinner


Lord, have mercy on me a sinner


who doesn’t think she is all that bad,
having kept the Ten Commandments
totally intact without going off track
like those Psalm One people who hang out
with the wicked or stand in the way of
anyone ready to do wrong or sit around
scoffing and coughing on a joint.
That’s not me, Lord!

No, I’m not perfect, but I do honor You
as the Only One I want to worship, and I do
say “God bless you” to almost everyone
instead of handing out curses, and I read
my Bibles and know a lot of verses, and
I mostly go inside whenever the church’s
doors are open, and I truly honored my
parents and never murdered anyone nor
committed adultery nor done anything
that might get me arrested!

Am I being tested?

Right when Your Ten Commands sound doable,
the tone changes and each priority rearranges,
reminding me of how, yes, I have stolen
time from my family and, oh, You, Lord!
And how I’ve spread a rumor without checking
facts, and how I’ve acted as though I don’t mind
being in a bind when others have too much or
when I gave such effort yet failed to be a winner.

Praise You, Lord, for having mercy on me,
a sinner.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, ©2017, from the forthcoming poetry chapbook, WE: the people under God, to be published in September by Finishing Line Press.

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Monday, July 13, 2015

Living in Eternity

The Escape
by Mary Harwell Sayler

Day after day I think of death
descending on us
like that fish hawk on the pond,
the dark wings
towering through each window
of our house and settling
on the sofa
where we like to rest.

Some call death
an osprey, kindly and benign
with its sweet brown and white
seersucker breast and tail,
but they forget
the downward hook of the beak,
the prickly spicules on the feet,
the claws that claw through the
thickest cushions, letting nothing,
nothing
get away but

love and spirit.


©2015, ©2012, Mary Harwell Sayler, all rights reserved. “The Escape” first saw print in the Journey’s End anthology then was included in the poetry book, Living in the Nature Poem, published by Hiraeth Press.

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Monday, December 22, 2014

Manger Scene: the first Christmas


Manger Scene
by Mary Harwell Sayler

Swaddled in moonlight,
the night sustains its passion:
From the skies,
a blue moon seeks its mate,
and from the heavenlies,
a New Jerusalem awaits
the coming of its counterpart –
a holy city from on high, borne
by the full moon-
shaped mouth
from which The Infant cries.



©2014, Mary Harwell Sayler, all rights reserved. “Manger Scene” first appeared in the book of Bible-based poems, Outside Eden, published this year by Kelsay Books.