The quality of mercy
is not negotiable
you can not barter
for a larger measure
you can not hoard it
like a miser
although you beg
and plead it is given
only from the heart of
the compassionate
unto the meek and humble
hubris will not gain favor
or conceit feel its tender
touch
it can not be bought
or sold and its value
can not be numbered
The quality of mercy
is a gift
~~~
It’s all about Shakespear today in the Garden
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Indeed, mercy is so important and such a gift to give.
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there is a nice feel to this poem, read almost like an admonition And quite a timely write within Pope Francis’s “Year of Divine Mercy”
Awesome write Candy
much love…
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Beautiful!! 🙂
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Portia’s speech was the first thing of Shakespeare’s I ever learnt off by heart, and funny how well I remember it to this day. When caught in the moment between wanting to get my own back and being merciful, I always remember it. You are right: mercy is a gift.
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Yes, a gift indeed. An excellent reflection, if only
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Beautiful reminder that mercy does, indeed, ‘droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven.” 🙂
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Clever!
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Ha ha, beautiful précis.
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