Judgement's High Way

Judgement’s High Way My smug satisfaction drives in narrow lanes Deep with pitfalls of intentional ignorance “Righteous” reads my personal license plate Sentenced to loud lane-splitting intolerance. My bias trips on truth at tangled crossroads, Blinded to orgies in my house of thin glass, Cuts off compassion, in condescending tongues, Detours grace to side roads, a one-way bypass. But, grace stills my hands, determined to throw stones, Though exiled, still speeding in judgement’s fast lane, Mercy reaches down with the gentlest touch Removes my darkened shades – glasses with pride stained. Charity speeds down my highways, unrestricted, My new eyes cleared from judgements I inflicted.