Mercy came knocking once, a pale wanderer draped in dawn, with weary eyes and gentle hands, carrying no sword, only the burden of understanding. But the wicked knew not her face. Their hearts were citadels of stone, where compassion died unnamed and every wound became a weapon. They barred the gates. For mercy is a stranger in the hearts of the wicked. She walks their halls unseen, a ghost among shadows, whispering of forgiveness to ears that worship vengeance. They drink from poisoned wells and call bitterness wisdom. They sharpen grief into blades and wear cruelty like a crown. Where mercy offers a bridge, they build a wall. Where mercy kneels, they strike. And so she leaves quietly, taking her light with her, while darkness settles deeper into chambers already cold. The wicked do not fear mercy, they fear what mercy reveals: that beneath their iron masks, beneath their kingdoms of pride, beneath the ruins they call strength, there lives a trembling truth they dare not face. For merc...
It’s another year with you beside me,
A journey written in trust and care,
Love we kept alive through every season,
Guarded gently within our hearts, always there.
We held each other through quiet moments,
Through laughter, storms, and in-between,
Choosing faith when doubts would whisper,
Choosing love where fear had been.
Let this new year bring us more hope,
More reasons to smile, more ways to grow,
Let it draw us closer than ever before,
In ways only two true hearts can know.
May our bond be blessed with patience,
With understanding deep and true,
And if it is God’s destiny for us to stay,
May our love flourish in all we do.
I walk into this year hand in hand with you,
Grateful for all we’ve come through,
With a heart that knows, without a doubt—
I love you, yesterday, today, and every new year too.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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