Casting the Stone

As I walk up to the only gates that matter
I see three souls stuck in the clouds.
To my amazement,
They were sad, crying.
 
I thought it was because of the ones they left behind.
Their wives, children, and beloved friends
and the memories they spent with them.
But that’s not it.
 
The souls appeared to have steam rising
from their clothes.
I feared the worse for them.
I walk up to Him and I say,
 
“Hello, it’s been a long time coming.
May I ask why are they there and not joining me
in paradise?”
 
He says, “They thought themselves innocent.
They threw stones that started
building a foundation
that lead them to their damnation.
 
The first one is guilty of Murder.
No, he did not kill his parents for money or his
best friend for his wife.
His killing spree started with ants, using the sun
to burn them and it didn’t end there.
Many animals followed, some were for sport,
others because he believed they had no value.
Pitting them against each other for money
or running over them on the street even though
he had time to stop and let them go.
All life is precious no matter how big or small
in size and purpose.
 
The second one is guilty of Baring False Witness.
He believed himself pure of faith and resented
all those who didn’t have the same conviction.
He memorized every line, he attended every ceremony,
He spent more time reading the word but
not understanding the meaning of the word.
He soon became consumed by that one fault.
The corrupted that followed would
be safe from his wrath and those
who would have the courage to stay innocent,
The scars he inflicted will now be measured unto
him.
 
The final one is guilty of Stealing.
No, he didn’t steal a candy bar from a vendor
or a man’s prom date.
He stole homes and he stole futures hiding it
behind promise of progress.
He mentioned so much that could be gained,
before those who would gain great loss could fight back,
everything was already gone.
He claimed to be making better homes
and better neighborhoods but while he
reap the rewards of his new design,
hundreds were left out in the cold.
Unable to move back in those expensive new homes,
they now suffered in the streets while those
who already had homes took up more space.
Money isn’t the only thing that can be stolen
and here it has no value compared to a life.
 
That is why they wait for damnation.
They believed themselves without sin
and constantly kept throwing stones.
Now those stones will weigh them down into the inferno.”
 
My mind is full of fear now.
“Well then, I won’t waste your time, I am guilty of such
sins too. I hunted deer in the season, I’m not the most devoted, and I have stolen from time to time.
Sometimes it was a candy bar and sometimes it was more.”
 
He says, “But you never hid it.
You can admit your sins unto me
and that counts for something.
Now have a seat and let us begin.”
 
From my novel, Faces of the Masses, available on Amazon. #Amazon #poetry #poets #religion #judgement
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