It Doesn’t Matter

You were taught
that there’s a
Judgment Day,

now every day’s
a judgment day,
and you’re
guilty.

You’ve written
the indictment
a thousand
times:

Too many
Counts
to count,

and you’re
guilty,
at least
you feel
that way.

Every day.

It’s why
you keep a
certain
distance

between
you and
Them,

because a
conversation
seems more
like a
cross-examination,

a close encounter
likely to
become a
jury verdict.

I have
a gift
for you.

I’ve learned
there is no
prosecutor,

no Judge,
no Jury.

Only an
ocean of
adoration.

Dive deep,
let it take
your breath
away.

A single
drop
has enough
creativity
for you to
invent
a thousand
ways

to show us
how to
turn our
guilty pleas

into a
Hallelujah
Chorus

that sings
out,
count-by-count,

“You’re beloved,
it doesn’t
matter.”

(Photo by Andre Hunter; UnSplash)