Sunday, November 23, 2008
"The Quality of Mercy"
"The Quality of Mercy" I dreamed this, three times. Three times this quote from the "Merchant of Venice". The poem the prayer from ActIV, Scene one of Shakespare's famous, and disturbing play.
Such a strange night, and so strange a set of dreams I had. Angel's songs I heard their songs again after some years of silence. How to describe them. Tender, gentle rippling tones. If each drop of water in a stream were a soft chime that might be a shadow of a whisper of their songs.
That, and the "prayer" of Mercy.
When I woke up I wrote down what I heard of the prayer. It was not the exact quotations from the play, but for me it was close enough.
"The quality of Mercy is not strained",
Mercy, Mercy, Mercy, Mercy,
It falls from Heaven,
From Mercy falls Heaven,
Heaven is not strained,
Quality is not, not, not strained,
Heaven is Mercy,
Mercy is quality,
The quality of Mercy is not strained,
Heaven from it falls,
Mercy of Quality,
The Quality of Mercy falls from Heaven,
A dream like this to me? I no longer have faith in religion or it's g-d. So why are they still bothering me? What do they want this time? I gave, leave me alone. The songs,..yes they were so beautiful. I was happy to hear them again.
Yes all very nice, but I just don't know what to do with all these little miracles anymore. Thing is do they hear them in Dafur, or Bagdad or Brooklyn?
"Blessed are they who have not seen, but believe.