Tunnel of Trees” Gormanstown College, Co Meath, Ireland, Martina Fagan, Photographer
www.photobotos.com June 2, 2012
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For judgment day we sit and wait
Judgment day still so far away.
Judgment is our fate.
In the field of judgment we let our children play.
In the bed of judgment we lay.
In the tunnel of darkened light
Judgment finds it way.
Upon the political leader the judgment falls.
The court calls the life sentence,
People in unrest want justice for all.
Judgment good or bad…
Is it a part of the divine plan?
Judgment a manmade thing,
Gives power to those who lead.
And fear to those who breathe.
Where is the peace when we crumble to our knees?
Where is God’s Divinity when we fear the people who lead?
The seed of judgment rooted deep…
Is the foundation on which we weep…
Weep in fear…
Weep in pain…
Weep from the damage of the judging word.
Judge others…
Judge ourselves…
Wear the mask of Judgment,
Blocking sight of the internal flame.
As judgment turns us from the God within
Judgment can’t break our spirit,
It just breeds lies and pain.
Judgment a companion of lust and greed.
The prison guard that chains the judged to a verdict of deceit.
An illusion of right and wrong…
Turn from judgment to the Truth
Ask yourself…
“Do I see the light of God in the judgments I make?”
God Is I Am 
Wow…I love this poem! I was just thinking today about writing a post on Judgement. Thank you for sharing!
Your welcome, I look forward to reading your post on Judgment.
The honesty of your posting shines thrgouh
Thank you!
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Love this poem.
Hugs,
mei
Thank you! Hugs back