Speaking doesn’t deem us right
Or make others think our way
Judgments that walk softly at night
Come crashing in the light of day
Preconceived ideas often taint
Where eyes and thoughts meet
Skewing the colors of paint
Rendering the portrait incomplete
In the end time may tell
But doesn’t recoup the loss between
And even if all ends well
Does one ever again feel clean?
They say that what we reap
Will be what we have sown
So hold in your heart to keep
A mighty love to be grown
Be careful not to snap
The criticism whip of more
Or you may hear the tap
Of judgment at your door
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Comments on: "Judgment Day" (1)
divine…..so much wisdom…..so much silence…..
love all…