Mercy is Blue, a 3 word poem that came to mind as I tiptoed through the garden hose to turn on the water to clean off the rocks that we got at the construction site nearby. “Mercy” has pride of place in our kitchen, where I wrote the word during Lent during potty training, which we still have not completed. I guess mercy, too, is never finished.
Blue mercy is especially important since it is Josh’s all time and only favorite color for all time, and big sister has finally admitted that it is her “best” as well. Mercy is so personal.
Mercy me, I often teared up several years back, every time I thought of my own mother. I think, now that I know that mercy is blue, that I was blue, remembering her mercy. To me.
Here they are, playing on the teeter totter with one of the rocks. Which, considering it is only a mere rock, is an act if mercy, yes?! Ok, I admit, that’s stretching our definition a little far. 😉 I do it for the sake of the unity of this random post. But the rock isn’t blue. And neither are you, I hope!
There! Another poem. So this post is totally unified. 😀
Happy end of summer and beginning of fall, friends!