Poetry

Judge Not

Published September 17, 2009 | By Linda Sedrick Pearson

Author Unknown

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven’s door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven

Who made me sputter and gasp–

The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.

Next to him was my old neighbor
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