Mercy / Garden

After visiting Dad's grave a second time on February 10, 2024

A mercy pours out on my head
Now, as I stand before the dead;
Though serpentine the mocking cry
Upon the day you surely die,

The sky is heavier and ready
With a mercy stronger, steady,
To replenish soul and soil,
All the cursed plots to foil

Within the garden of the dead;
For He will crush the serpent's head,
And all the stones within the Gate
Will crack, and mercy penetrate.