Wednesday Poetry: Grace (another WIP)


Someone once said
that I’ve fallen
Fallen from grace.

That person
Never knew
The true definition
Of Grace,
Nor did he comprehend
the meaning of compassion,
And God-like Forgiveness.

He sat in his chair
His Throne
judging us all.
Judge, Jury,
Proclaimed our Sentence.

High Inquisitor…
Headed for
A very humbling fall.

He’d learn that lesson
In later days,
by others who pointed
sanctimonious fingers
and redefined
the word
for their own
needs to feel

Angry, bitter tears.
He let them
Take his throne
of sanctimony.

He sits on the grass,
the meaning of the word

~ K. Crumley


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