In Thy Mercy

By Andrew R. Duckworth

In the loud city
I boast over anything,
Whatever I can find
To boast about.
We all do, in unique ways.
It is in our homes,
In our towers
Where we climb higher
Toward the heavens.
In the loud city
There is too much noise
Drowning out my voice,
So I shout so the world
Might hear my words.

We have drowned out
The voice of God
Drifting upon creation
With our boastful shouts,
Our cries to the world
To gaze in our direction,
Announced our presence
With bullhorns,
Built monuments to self.

In this late hour,
I have grown tired
Of shouting my own name,
Grown tired of the noise,
Grown tired of self.
I long for the hand
That crafted all creation.
I long for the skill
To return love for love,
Extend mercy from mercy
And the heart to handle it.
Lord, in Thy mercy,
Hear my prayer.