Thou shall not judge, the proclamation read, yet judge was all “it” did.

Assessing, evaluating, comparing, on and on “it” goes…unending.

The proof, accumulations piled higher and higher, like kindling tinder

With branch and logs of pointing fingers prepared the funeral pyre.

Condemn them to hell and let them burn the Preacher demanded.

Yet mercy stepped in, holding up a mirror so large, “it” saw “its” reflection;

 “For with that same judgment ye judge, shall you be judged.

Stunned by the vision so vivid and clear, losing self deception

It threw Its-self into the fire without hesitation.

In this burn without heat, this fire so brilliant, “it” vanished as smoke

Reborn free to express the Divine I AM… the Emergent Creator spoke!

 Robert Pope – 2009

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