The Judgement
A child of mine was crucified
When I hung it on the cross
A child I cared for and created
I’m grieving for my loss.
It started as a tiny spark
Just behind my eye
It then became a twinkle
On which I could rely.
I was there as it was birthed
On a precious sheet of white
I nurtured and I raised it
I felt it’s future was so bright.
Coaxing gently here and there
It’s own way there to find
I was sure it would develop
It was clever to my mind.
Finally it was fully grown
Was time to set it free
Ready for its final trial
Time to test its purity.
I gently hung it on the cross
Put a sign above it’s head
For a group of peers deciding
Was it good or was it dead.
Many went right past it
Few stopped to take a peek
One or two, they tried to save it
But it’s future did look bleak.
It finally slid right off the cross
It went to god knows where
It wasn’t really cherished
But me, I held it dear.
*Dedicated to all the poets
and writers out there that
post their words for others
to read & with a bit of luck
appreciate.
Copyright © Mark Woods | Year Posted 2015
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