Soul Searching

 

All is done the time has come I offer up no plea.
I stand accused of a life misused and of things that shouldn’t be.
In the dark’s a light harsh and bright to a spot with in the gloom.
This empty space is the place to stand in death’s courtroom.
I hear a crowd large and loud seemingly all around.
Not a word just laughter heard and gnashing weeping sounds.
Reaching out I begin to shout to the echo of my voice.
Then it ceased said over the peace, “Behold, what foolish choice!
You’ll realize threw thine own eyes what thy soul is worth.”
Again alone I’m back at home at the moment of my birth.
Seeing my mom and dad the hopes they had their pride and promise lost.
Through growing years the joys and tears how they endured the cost.
No thank you said I moved on ahead dismissing my childhood.
Uncaring and cold with little to hold and so much less understood.
The soft became hard I’d easily discard virtues innocent and weak.
Allowing in the pleasures of sin and the lust of my will I would seek.
How evil I seemed, “I’ve done good things!” I screamed but nothing came to mind.
How desperately I tried to find something inside no matter what ever the kind.
In the way I judged others my sisters and brothers I had broken all my own laws.
The judge had been me and too late do I see the truth that every one saw.
Then like a joke I beggingly spoke, “Forgive me,” my life’s final punch line.
The voice said with a smile, “Life was the trial then was the place and the time.
How dare you defend what you don’t comprehend things your soul cannot tell.
Mistaken foolishly to escape eternity we’re here to choose your damnation in hell.