Judgement

If the world is my jury...
then who is the judge?
Who will pass judgement on me for what I have done?
Will he show mercy or throw me the book.
I think I can tell by his judgmental look.
What is my crime? For I've done nothing wrong.
The jury all laughs as they break into song.
You silly person...isn't it clear?
We aren't your jury...but the judge is quite near.
Just look in the mirror for he who is judge,
for he judges much harder than those here above.
For we only wish that you'd give yourself love...
and surrender your pain on the wings of a dove.

        P.R. Deremer
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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July 30, 2015 at 9:39 PM
This is another amazing work. The poem reminds me of that Michael Jackson song, "The Man In The Mirror". It is so true that we are always so hard on ourselves. Grace for yourself is a hard thing to grasp for most of us.
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July 20, 2015 at 6:17 PM
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