This was inspired by this prompt about judgment, as well as the current Weekly Scribblings. Click the link to read more. 🙂
God Himself will be the judge,
Seeing everything.
We do not know all the thoughts
Which seem conniving.
Sprouting underneath the snow
Of a heart that’s hardened,
Could be beginnings of some blooms
Of a heart soon pardoned.
People, like the moon, don’t freeze:
Change can come, brought to one’s knees.
Photo by Ivan Bertolazzi on Pexels.com
inside out
no need ta shout
i heard you the ferst tyme
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I like the double meaning that I read in your last like. Change can be delivered to your lap like a gift or change can bring you down to your knees.
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Oops, I meant to type “last line” 🙂
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I agree, let God do the judging, we don’t know a person’s heart like God does.
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I saw this in my father. He treated my mother terribly. We didn’t go to church, Dad wouldn’t go. Mom said she wasn’t going when she alone had to bring the children when she had a perfectly good (??) husband at home.
Then one day it was “get your good clothes on, we are going to church.” My first time.
Something had happened to Dad, he had changed and starting treating Mom very good. And we went to church from then on.
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Beyond human thoughts
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Interesting response to the two prompts; and excellent, unexpected metaphors from the sprouting plants and frozen moon.
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….. and the times they are a’changing.
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We so need the heart changes…hope is here
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Healing will come, because we cut out the cancer, and disposed of it in hazardous waste!
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