Hundreds of souls brightly clad, mantilla-ed, done up well
for the televised Holy Hour:
Do they know? Do I?
That Divine Mercy pierces the heart
as Divine Justice rends the soul;
That Mercy cannot be separated from Justice
in God
Blind beggars, blind guides, heroes, saints
Before His Majesty each one is the same:
A sinner
A less-than-nothing
Unworthy of Your Love
Yet strangely, painfully,—mercifully, justly? or is it an injustice?
—no, because God is not unjust—
Loved by You.
Do they know? Do I?
This Mercy breaks and splits in two
This double-edged sword piercing marrow, bone, soul, spirit
Discerning reflections and thoughts of the heart—the heart cries
Mercy
But Mercy cannot descend
without Justice—
A severe Mercy; a just love—
Or is it
Just Love
And because it is just Love
I do not understand every aspect but
Blindly trust Your Goodness
You
You Who suffered and died
Whose Heart was pierced and broken
with Just Love for me
How can I not trust You?
How can I not love You?
Do they know Your Love?
Do I?
No, not totally
For—to know You totally is only for You
So with holy Job I bow
Before the Majesty of Your Mystery
You
Your Mercy
Just Love