In the quiet chambers of my troubled heart,
I lay my disgust, from me, apart.
In the hands of the Divine, I place my trust,
For in this world, discern, I must.

Judgment is not mine to cast or wield,
For the heart’s true nature is often sealed.
From the outside looking in, my vision blurred,
Only God discerns, without a word.

He sees beyond the facade, the masquerade,
To the essence of souls, in light and shade.
With mercy and grace, He understands,
The hidden pains, the silent demands.

In this realization, I find my peace,
Letting go of judgments, allowing release.
For in His trust, my burdens lay light,
Guided by faith, out of the night.

To see as God sees, a gift divine,
To love without judgment, a sign.
That in the hearts of all, there’s more than we know,
And in God’s trust, compassion can grow.

March 31, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop