Sisters of Mercy
In the deep of night,
I wake to see
the Seven Sisters high above,
whirling fire, winking love.
In the morning at the dawn,
I feel the Sisters smiling still.
A choir from a church nearby
lifts to greet the rays of light.
And now, oh now
a birdsong chorus
erupts in adulation
for the fiery sun that’s ours.
Still I know the Pleiades
blinking in the black of space,
gaze upon our little solar system
with steadfast care abiding.
I feel the mercy of the Sisters
and their diamond love.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
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