To Walk with Saints and Scholars

3/8/26

Collage by LKV Walsh

Blessing That Which Multiplies Mercy

When I am tempted, Oh God, to wonder how (how can this be),

when I find myself forgetting all that I actually do know,

I pray.

May the blessings of remembering the abuse…the injury…the harm

multiply in me as love instead of hurt.

May the blessings of remaining once abandonment lays waste

multiply in me as fidelity and as faith.

May the blessings of traversing instability and shift

multiply in me as ease and as bend.

And may the blessings of my terror in a world hell-bent on pain

multiply in me as safe harbor and as strength.

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When I am tempted, Oh God, to wonder why (why would this be),

when I find myself forgetting that I, too, have sinned this way,

I pray.

May the blessings of trauma’s children…my avoidance and self-harm…

multiply in me as forgiveness and as slack.

May the blessings of anger stifled…my blocking love, deflecting joy…

multiply in me as forebearance and as grace.

May the blessings of surviving what killed others many times

multiply in me as gratitude and hope.

And may the blessings of my coming by so much more than a “fair share”

multiply in me as generosity and spur.

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When I am tempted, Oh God, to deny the ease I’ve seen,

when I find myself forgetting all the mercy I have known,

I pray.

Creator – thank you.

And may each new day be

just one ache more

toward Mercy’s boundless edge.

Amen+

Amen