Misery Chord

An act of mercy, yet what a curious connection can be made phonetically. The sound of one's misery deserves an act of kindness, in return. Perhaps that is the secret of it.

With consternation I stand

awaiting

for my way to be made clear

Only with your blessing

will my pain be abated

It is only you

that I stand to hear.

And should you wish

to show me sufferance

permit me now

your misericord

For, even saints

can find their spirit broken,

Yes, even they

can doubt the lord.

And as I am

no saint nor prophet

but just a man, this:

my confession-

permit me now

to lean upon you;

lend me your hand,

for my repentance.