Judgement

How does it feel to be perfect? To sit in judgement of all of those around you? To think that you know what is in their heart? To think without asking what they are feeling? What they have been through? That one has suffered greatly and one deserves to suffer more, everyday? That one is asked to pay penance for a life sentence? If not for those children that light up the life of one she would rather pay an eternity in hell than one more day on this treacherous earth? That the soul is weary and the heart is crushed. Famished for peace. Thirsty for the light that never comes. My Grandma called it torture, without faith, hell. Well I am without faith. Would Christ leave you on the side of the road without healing, as you cry out have mercy on me? I believe He would. It seems some aren't worth healing.