The Weighing of Deeds
Leonard B Jasa’s Life Review
Maeann
Jasa-Barrett
Friends
and foes
heaped the scales
with deeds of good
and
the devil’s do
The Great God laid
His eyes on him
The man began to
weep
… seen the awfuls
of war, Dear One.
No more, No more.
I’m granting you Grace
and Peace.
The man collapsed
relieved
If there are no
more to speak
I’ll make my
decision brief
A wee brown hand
waved
I have something to say
I have something to say
Bucket trapped in
his garage
My heart raced
fast and blue
Would he crush me ‘neath
his heal
Or would he turn
me loose?
The crowd gasped in disbelief
At the mouse’s tale of woe
He who’d fought
and fired men
Tipped the bucket
at the curb
Gave me a running
start
And so Good God,
it is my vote
That he should go
upstairs.
The Good God
smiled
and tipped the
scale
That opened
Heaven’s Gate
Lest we think it
matters not
The things we say
and do
The smallest
creatures matter too
Beware your own
review.
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