mercy now

These specific lands, or just in general? Free-living, no bishops or elders, no men and women bickering at the smallest thing. She adjusted her awkward, aching joints as she looked beyond his shoulder for just a moment, a chill catching her for a brief moment as if a sign to stop pestering the world - to stop pestering and praying. "Somewhere to stay the night..an abandoned den or something." She had no destination, no train ticket to rub anxiously between her fingers that occasionally rubbed the cross of her collarbones as if to give herself a break from her own anxious tidbits. I am sheltered - she wanted to say but whoevers god would have send her to dead mans land without a second thought even if most of her evenings were spent on her knees -
to kiss his feet
to kiss his feet
to kiss his feet -
a blessing