Judgement and The Judge

When a rose is accused of being a thorn

Only because it is attached

to the same branch

The sound of rumor

like rushing water

splashing the eyes of onlookers

They do not see

but only hear the sound

A cloud is accused of being rain

Justice is pain

Happy are the just who call the cloudrain

They don’t feel the pain

A song is not wrong if it has a good beat

The falsely accused can do nothing

but hide their feet

The judge will remove the darkness

The lame will walk as the blind see

making the sick whole

You just wait and see


You will see

Roger Harkness The Shepard of Peace


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