After Matthew 7:21-23
We gather ourselves
in line, patiently
walking forward,
walking in expectation
of recognition and
reward. We try not
to look at others,
avoiding eye contact
because we don’t want
to embarrass anyone,
like those uncertain
of recognition and
reward, like we are.
We judge not, after all.
As we stand and walk,
stand and walk, we
take stock of all we
have done, the time
we’ve spent, the money
we’ve given, the work
we’ve done, the sacrifices
we’ve made. At the front
of the line at last, we hear
the unexpected:
I never knew you.
Be gone.
Photograph by Levi Jones via Unsplash. Used with permission.
1 comment:
Chilling words, indeed, Glynn . . . Let's examine our lives while we are still here to ask forgiveness.
Beautiful poem!
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