Tender Mercy

The choice to step closer, not away.

Light rests between two hands — the quiet mercy of being understood.
Light rests between two hands — the quiet mercy of being understood.

To see another’s ache and step closer, not away — that is the first language of light.
Pity observes through glass; mercy shares the weight.
This is how tenderness becomes creation.

Mercy rarely speaks in declarations.
It lingers instead — in the pause before forgiveness,
in the warmth of a cup between two hands,
in the small decision to stay.

We are all a little breakable,
but some mornings remind us:
the world repairs itself through touch.