White Washed Wisdom

I was doing just fine Atop my mountain of white Where I could touch, better sinners With luminescent light I could proclaim, "Forgiven" To those on the right road And not think about the scum Laden with the weighty load ...of filthy lusts Such a sleepless night Tossing and flopping in my bed Wondering what on earth I hadn't rendered dead I saw the River rushing Toward a frightful end Fighting off the embrace of dread That might be around the bend ...of a clogged drain Suddenly, I let go, and released Ideal...from a mighty height As I plunged downward To the wrong of my right The River bed was...almost dry And I saw a man sitting at a bar I looked up at where I had been My heart broke as I comprehended how far ....forgiven was from the Well I argued, look at that man Sitting there with his pretty little find He doesn't get to be forgiven With a perverted mind Come to think of it, my LOVE I don't recall you dealing with molestors Your own mother was a child Carefully and shamefully sequestered ...due to her sinful womb There is a secret you know That I have yet to embrace All of us are your children With a unique color and assigned place I will work on allowing LOVE To be what HE is in the space provided And edeavor to dismiss judgment When Wisdom is divided ....on the CROSSroad Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-08-2018