My Tomorrow

I was sick

You judged me

I lost my job

You judged

I lost my pregnancy

You judged me



Now that I am dying

You stand by my bedside

A constant judge.


Your eyes and words

Scream out at me, “ it’s your fault! It’s all your fault

That you are at the point of death!”


When did you change?

From lover and husband to judge

Where is the husband

That I married?


You have completely lost

Every form of empathy

For me.


I am speechless

Hurt and dumbfounded.



I know that you love me


And as I pass through

The valley of the shadow

Of death

You are

My Father, husband, lover,

Friend, brother, comforter

Advocate, intercessor


And deliverer.



Love gives me

The strength

To carry on


I do not know

My tomorrow


But surely

My tomorrow

Is in your hands



I am safe

In your hands



Be kind to people

Especially those

Closest to you

When they need you

The most


In their moment

Of weakness and pain, 


Are called to be

Their friend

Not their judge.

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