It’s ok, worry not,
I know you, as others do,
Though little comfort for you
In this faith professed,
Kindness known and shown
By actions, words, so gentle,
Counts my knowledge of you
As a friend well blest.
It’s alright,
Dismiss the errant prophet,
Harbinger of doom and gloom,
Unjust,
Self-righteousness in judgement,
Weak in loving,
Shames all faiths and none
As judging must.
Smile a while
At one who has ill feeling,
Be sad for them for truly sad they are,
For goodness’ sake,
A grievous wound they
Pass as godly loving,
Mistake intentions,
See and god forsake.
I pity them,
Their lonely isolation,
For who could friend
A fellow frozen thus
In testament of oddly old, distorted,
Bereft of mercy, passionate to curse,
Seeing only what they see within self,
Mirror’d words to darken and presume,
Trust instead in testimony of love and friendships,
Truer words and kindness lighting, faith resume.
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