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Mercy, the Stranger #poetry #poetrydaily

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...

Where the Ocean Belongs to Everyone

The ocean opens its endless arms,
Blue as freedom, wide as breath.
It keeps no borders in its tides,
No flags upon its depth.

Waves greet footsteps from every land,
Soft or wild, they do not choose.
Rich or poor, known or unknown,
All are welcome to its blues.

Beaches listen without judgment,
To laughter, sorrow, love, and pain.
Footprints vanish in gentle foam,
Leaving no mark, no name.

The sun pours gold on every face,
No questions asked, no fee.
Salted winds speak one language only:
Come, rest beside the sea.

Children build their fleeting worlds,
Adults forget their weight.
The ocean carries all our worries,
And never learns to hate.

It shelters dreams from distant shores,
Unites what land divides.
A mirror where humanity stands equal
In the rhythm of the tides.

If the world could learn from water,
From how the waves agree—
There would be no walls, no strangers,
Just souls meeting peacefully.

For the ocean asks for nothing,
Yet gives endlessly, and free.
A home made of horizon and hope—
Where everyone is meant to be. 🌊


© 2025 Gloria Penelope

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