Judging Me Judging You
On top of the highest peak in the park,
I sit here, poised and observant.
Staring from afar, I detect every action.
I watch and take note of all that goes on,
Rarely, do I take part.
I am a little more candid now than before.
A gentle wind and soft foot steps behind me,
I turn around and see an angel.
He looks at me lovingly and asks,
“Why do you insist on judging those below you?”
I look up at the sky and then at the angel and reply,
“It is a trait I share with my maker.”
He disappears as I turn my back,
Leaving a white rose where he stood.
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