Perch

Flowers
They’ve suffered at my hand
Frost
Did I discount them
Never
I, as would many others
Nurturers
Set them again in the sun
Believing
They would continue
Blooming

Judgment Seat

What justice do you come in seek of

That I’d admit my guilt
My foolery
How I failed in my duty to know what I didn’t know
A detailed confession, then
I sat in err, from nearly the start
Took what wasn’t mine
Gave too much away, too soon
Believed I was privileged in prayer
A hypocrite before you with a bias I wanted kept secret

Nothing not already evident