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The Judgment and Its Pain
By Sam Silva

I stood my rant and chose to rage
from sunup till sundown, the day
...a list of angry, dire, complaints
inscrutable and page by page
as if the judgment
was an opera or a song
the chorus would enact

...but then!, some minor fact askew,
some little and unruly fact
that God revealed
and no one knew
lay waste the judgment and its pain
and proved much like the deep heart peeled
how utterly I had been wrong

and weeping as a dog would bay
for those assumptions I unreeled
rather than be turned away
I wandered off
into the rain.



© Copyright 2000, Sam Silva




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