7 “For I desire mercy, not sacrifice.” —Hosea 6:6 You desire me, God— To note fraying smiles, untied laces. To darn the fibrils of untucked hearts and hush grating wind chimes of dissonant spirits. Grieve bells clanging final prayers. And sink in sand as tidal souls suck me. Stand ‘till the waves still, rippling, at peace. To glue crumbling minds— scraping flour-dust dreams— brush pride-cracked crusts and knead charred love. “Child, I desire sacrifice-mercy. Daughter, pour gall with your wine.” COMMISSION Meghan Wells
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