If mercy was perfume, how might it be?
[The things I ponder sitting in the pew.]
Like rose, when plucked, does risk the hidden prick?
Or mint, who spreads out uninvitingly?
For valley-lily, backs need bow too low!
But bergamot must spend its first years bare.
It cannot be castoreum, for which the beaver bequeaths its life…
And oud’s infection takes too long to bear.
So spikenard, it’s too high a height to grow.
The dandelion dunce grows easily!
Or honey, in whose heart the stingers stick?
With riddled reasons, sit here, me and you.
I wonder, what is mercy’s recipe?
the fragrance writer 
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Writing poetry while at church 🤪
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By what?
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Distracted in my.mind 😃
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Inspiration comes especially when you are focusing…
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Thank you Poet.
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Beautiful writing !
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Such pleasant title and lovely ⁸place to ponder these qualities and complexities of how might it be; wandering from flower to flower plucking notes for mercy growing in a divinely fragrant garden.
How might it be
add to the recipe; love, grace and sweet blessedness.
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Now that’s a good one!!
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Or a night-blooming flower, who retracts its mercy in the light?
This is great, so many plants to think about. 🙂
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