Goddess Of Mercy Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

You were told ‘the dark storm is closing in'
But you were too bold, too adventurous,
Rising far above where the air grew thin
To where flight stalled and became treacherous.

I paint you holding a golden crocus
So young, so fair - back down to earth again -
Beloved of the shy fawns that share your trust
Though the background cattle prepare for rain.

I had been unwell but you rescued me
For you became the Goddess of Mercy
Having stretched down the sky canopy
For me to rise against adversity.

Heavenly girl your beauty lifted me
And your saffron offering set me free.