My Judgement

When I get there,
And I talk with God.
Will he just shake his head,
Or will he give a nod?

Will he know it is true,
Of which I speak.
And will he show me places,
Where I was weak?

For God knows everything,
He will be so alert.
I'll hardly have to tell him,
How much I've been hurt.

How life came up wrong,
Beholding things above.
How in my efforts binding,
I lost all my love?

When I get there,
Will years be in vain.
Will I be allowed,
To tell and explain?


E.P. 1908 - 1989