I was sick
You judged me
I lost my job
You judged
I lost my pregnancy
You judged me
And
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.
Lord,
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
Savior
And deliverer.
Your
Love gives me
The strength
To carry on
I do not know
My tomorrow
But surely
My tomorrow
Is in your hands
And
I am safe
In your hands
Message
Be kind to people
Especially those
Closest to you
When they need you
The most
In their moment
Of weakness and pain,
You
Are called to be
Their friend
Not their judge.