Final Judgment

You think you hate me,

But your judgment is poisoned with contempt

Displaced upon me is frustration for your own failures

Displaced is your anger that more easily falls upon me

Than upon the truth of who you are

 

You think you love me,

But your judgment is blinded by selfishness

Love becomes a word to describe a feeling a joy

Love is how you are being made to feel

Rather than a force to bring joy to others

 

You think you know me,

But your judgment is supercilious 

Never into my being have you ventured

Never have you dwelled on that which has shaped me

And explains all that I have become

 

I think you need me,

Because my judgment makes you think

My love challenges you, my hatred humbles you

My knowledge of who I am inspires you to find yourself

So we can face final judgment together