The Judgment Seat

He walks, step by step to the daily appraisal
Sitting in the judgment seat
He closes his eyes for a moment
And considers, his daily considerations.

What is this ritual, this fascination?
Contemplation, of and on some scale
To pale in comparison, this measurement
The excrement, and fancy of what demon?

Sitting further down as he sees the score
More and more, he knows, like days before
To store up guilt and disrespect, like some grain
Insane silo full of some indecent musings and self inflicted judgment

The dance of darkness and pandering to sparks
And pops of crackling, left to pour over the meat
Take a huge cube of the flesh, and savor
The flavor is deep and rich, with the blood of the lamb

I am as it seems, just going through the motions
The devotion of one who has long seen his day
Then unexpected and startling the day finds a way
And the way is a chance for rebirth today

Not in some stereotypical white robe and
Tear drenched flapping of faith dances
For the masses, no, a true moment
The summit of hope and new light

Then the deep of the night, sets me free
And me? I open my eyes
To die to the past and to live to the dream
That some snatch of hope is the air I breathe
And rise, I once again, from the judgment seat