In the forest of my iniquity,
the hand of God moves;
The One whom I stalk, my Prey.

There is a vastness about me,
which only He can comprehend;
it was put there by The Maker.

Worlds within worlds within worlds.

These are the stars I see by,
shaped by the hand of God;
who dwells here, within me.

In the temple is a chain,
where I hold Him captive;
He is a slave unto me.

This is the mark of every soul,
for His mercy has made Him to serve;
and He is bound to this promise.

Those who have glorified His mercy,
these should understand;
that on the day Moses spoke up,
to save the children Israel,
God was rendered powerless.

And when Faustina prayed her chaplet,
the hand of God's Divine Justice;
was held back from its destructiveness.

The mercy of God has triumphed,
and the blood of The Lamb, spilled;
unleashing the glory of The Father.

©2026 Maria Morisot