mercy we call to god such a small thing we ask! god you are good but we don't understand bear her away to mercy
My cousin's newborn, Mercy Joan Mertes, died tonight of encephalocele and spinal cysts.
Despite all odds, when little Mercy came off the respirator, despite breathing trouble and dire predictions, she lived a full day and a half. No baby was loved more with such concentration as family gathered around her. It was as though she fed on love, as babies, in fact, do.
Sometimes, I have a hard time with the soul. Consciousness, the flesh's awareness of itself, is enough for me most days. I wonder what is meant by "soul", some sort of non-matter that occupies matter like a demon or ghost.