Judgement ... day

Ecclesiastes 3:17 

17 I thought to myself, “God will judge both the righteous and the wicked;
for there is an appropriate time for every activity,
and there is a time of judgment for every deed.

 

 

See the faces ... watch the faces

as they pass ... in dis-array.

Some are crying ... some are screaming

moving past ... in judgment day.

 

Are they screaming ... looking at me

blaming me ... or pleading late?

It's too late now ... faces changing

of every one ... I met in haste.

 

The line keeps moving ... my eyes searching

meeting eyes ... in desperate plea.

I'm burning inside.... blaming self

for not communicating ... Grace's plea.

 

My life I see now ... wasted selfish

love my neighbor.... just words indeed.

I should have lived them.... given self

to help the ones ... in greatest need.

 

The poor and needy ... the spiritual sick ones,

the ones who were dying ... in their pleas.

“Show me truth in deed ... and not just talk”,

they scream … throughout Eternity.

 

Tears of joy ... or tears of sadness

my face is wet ... as streams roll on.

Are they for self ... or the faces passing,

or for things I should have done?

 

So as I through life seem to stumble

meeting faces ... old and new.

Do I search their eyes ... or fumble

opportunities to share ... the Good News?

 

Am I too busy ... overloaded

with the cares ... of this world?

Excuses given ... even through scripture

Oh, my Lord! ... My consience hurts!

 

Always faces ... keep on coming

with eyes pleading ... to be understood.

Let good through me ... be forthcoming

in action and prayer ... for the Truth.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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