The Kind Judgement
Tell a story, tell your story. But what is that?
In Imago Dei is my story and I’m just beginning to hear
My ears are only leaning into the unspoken, unseen
Mine is not mine by ours and His
And yet, the surrender is the beginning
The beginning is my ending
Tears of renewal of wasted time; wasted land
Ruled by natural law and Aristotle
But the circle is unbroken and the light is dawning
The circle is realized and the arising has begun.
There never was a darkness, only a veil.
There never was striving; only rest
Time redeemed is the cry
Leaves of grass eternal