THE FIFTH WORD

By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Sunday school concludes;
asked to close in prayer.
The word mercy encompasses my mind.
“Lord, thank you for mercy
It’s this fifth word … gives me trouble.
Voice catches, cracks;
like ice buckling;
a fissure, lesion slicing across a needy soul.
Overwhelmed, overcome ....
 By God’s mercy.
Tears emerging,
heads lifting, wondering…
Strained Amen.
Dismissal.
Quietly awkward.
Individuals occupied with the irrelevant.
Feel alone.
Can’t breathe; excuse myself.
Head to the dark empty sanctuary.
Play piano …
Individual quietly enters,
pulls me close.
Tender embrace.
Tears shared.
No words.
Anita loving me,
Entering into my darkness,
touching me.
Sunday’s message unfolding,
enveloping,
engaging;
embracing.
The benediction: the fifth word called mercy.
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For Thy mercy is great above the heavens; and Thy truth reacheth unto the clouds."
Psalm 108:4