Mercy rode my bumper so close I could see its illuminated face in my rearview mirror. Was so blinded by its light, I missed my exit to work. Floated down the road like I had clouds in my blood. Mercy kept on my tail. All around me, grace reigned supreme. Bells of grief traded sorrow songs for undoomed tunes. Hate stopped sharpening its knives on humanity’s spine. Dead-tired bliss quit working the graveyard shift. Mercy finally pulled alongside me, wished me a good day. Its smile was bright as the key to love’s safe-deposit box.