There is a place where worn and tattered souls go. A place where the broken, bruised, battered, forlorn and down-trodden are welcomed with open arms. There is no cover charge nor is a membership required.
It is a place for those who have been condemned simply because they were different or who have been judged because they finally broke under the weight of agonizing, soul-killing despair.
It is a place for those who were discarded after they sought comfort and understanding for illnesses which could not be seen or touched. It is a place for those whose cries for help were ignored. It is a place for those who fought for their very existence only to wish they had failed.
Mercy does not offer healing…for some souls can never be healed. But Mercy offers peace.
Those who have suffered a lifetime of abuse, neglect and numbness of the heart find respite there. Those who have felt so much that they no longer feel anything, find solace there.
Those who are touched starved will no longer be paralyzed with fear. Those who have lost a lifetime of everything they once held dear, have a place in Mercy.
The road to Mercy is well-traveled, and even though it is known that there is no outlet, it is no deterrent to those who seek to escape their torture.
Whether they decide to open a vein or a bottle, tie a noose or a load a gun, those souls are walking the road to Mercy.
When they finally get there, they’re home.