Wisdom’s Seven Pillars – Pillar #5 Mercy –

“Wisdom has built her house, she has carved out her seven pillars:” Proverbs 9:1. The aim of this series is to present a non-cliche, non-religious point of view of wisdom. I do subscribe to some religious interpretations of the subjects addressed, but wish to here, only point out the common understanding of the principles.”
Pillar #5 – Mercy
 
“compassionate or kindly forbearance shown toward an offender,an enemy,or otherperson inone’s power” – Dictionary.com
 
I have always found that mercy bears richer fruits than strict justice.”
Abraham Lincoln
 
Mercy is crucial to wisdom, allowing it to function by bringing constructive resistance to the force of knowledge. It directs the power of wisdom to accomplish its highest objective, that of bringing and nurturing life. Without it, wisdom may be a cruel master, harsh and unrelenting. Religion, philosophy, intellectualism, and government, followed without mercy will surely end in violence and the destruction of the individual. I yield to the powers that be, hoping for mercy as I address my issues, learning that, as I expect it, and it is necessary for my growth, so I should express it in my dealings with others. There is no greater power than wisdom applied to a life with mercy as it’s arms to lift, to teach, to heal, and to encourage.
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The Queen – Chapter 5 – The Passion of the Queen

Urgently she grabbed my hand, I was still in shock at having handled myself so competently. She knew what she could make men do, her little mischievous smile told me that she was well aware of her skill. Taking me to a door, barely recognizable from years of graffiti sprayed on it, blending it in with the dark sticky walls of the alley, she pushed it open with a nudge and we entered another world alien from that of the putrid alley, but still as foreboding, mysterious. The lights were dim, but gave an ambiance that said, pleasure. She turned, letting her jacket slide off slowly, showing first one shoulder then the other. I leaned against the wall, this was not a show for her patrons, this was animal desire controlling and forcing her to do what she wanted. My eyes caught the dull red of a dragon inked on the back of her neck, winding its way around her body, drawing my attention downward, as her coat slid off more. A soft thud as it fell to the ground revealing the rest of the dragon, continuing on its journey past her firm sculptured stomach and down her thigh. She slid in close to me, her soft hands pressing against my mouth, quelling my surprise, increasing my desire. She whispered with her Queen voice, captivating my whole being with her seductive charm, explaining that I’d seen her dance many nights, but this night, this night I would feel her dance. Closing my eyes with her hands, she directed me on a journey of curves and motion around her body, every part of her soft, yet firm through years of dancing in her throne room. Skin on skin, perspiration peeking up from our heated exchange. I can hear my breathing, feel her moving, hearing her soft sighs, increasing as her movements became a frenzy of passion. I can hear her breathing, deeper and fuller, feeling her soft wet kisses given at intervals that teased and called a fiery lust from deep inside of me. My Queen, tonight you have made me a King. After all, this is why I work my mundane, back breaking job, so I might protect her and escape from the listless world that was mine, outside this Queen’s castle.

Related Posts: The Queen, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,  Part 11,, Part 12, Part 13

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The Queen – Chapter 5 – The Passion of the Queen

Urgently she grabbed my hand, I was still in shock at having handled myself so competently. She knew what she could make men do, her little mischievous smile told me that she was well aware of her skill. Taking me to a door, barely recognizable from years of graffiti sprayed on it, blending it in with the dark sticky walls of the alley, she pushed it open with a nudge and we entered another world alien from that of the putrid alley, but still as foreboding, mysterious. The lights were dim, but gave an ambiance that said, pleasure. She turned, letting her jacket slide off slowly, showing first one shoulder then the other. I leaned against the wall, this was not a show for her patrons, this was animal desire controlling and forcing her to do what she wanted. My eyes caught the dull red of a dragon inked on the back of her neck, winding its way around her body, drawing my attention downward, as her coat slid off more. A soft thud as it fell to the ground revealing the rest of the dragon, continuing on its journey past her firm sculptured stomach and down her thigh. She slid in close to me, her soft hands pressing against my mouth, quelling my surprise, increasing my desire. She whispered with her Queen voice, captivating my whole being with her seductive charm, explaining that I’d seen her dance many nights, but this night, this night I would feel her dance. Closing my eyes with her hands, she directed me on a journey of curves and motion around her body, every part of her soft, yet firm through years of dancing in her throne room. Skin on skin, perspiration peeking up from our heated exchange. I can hear my breathing, feel her moving, hearing her soft sighs, increasing as her movements became a frenzy of passion. I can hear her breathing, deeper and fuller, feeling her soft wet kisses given at intervals that teased and called a fiery lust from deep inside of me. My Queen, tonight you have made me a King. After all, this is why I work my mundane, back breaking job, so I might protect her and escape from the listless world that was mine, outside this Queen’s castle.

Related Posts: The Queen, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,  Part 11,, Part 12, Part 13

Also Published in: Broowaha