Coming To Stick The Wicked With It

Each dismissal made,
Done in disrespect.
No matter how large or small,
Will someday be regretted.

There is a consciousness practiced,
Whether comprehended or not.
That is valued as part,
Of this Oneness that we are.

There are those who believe,
Others with feelings are less than theirs.
And what they say and do...
Just a few are aware.

But so untrue is this.
So false are these thoughts they have.
Pain felt inflicted is taken personal.
And those emotions dispensed...
Are connected to The Almighty.

And Supreme is this Creator.
Who controls and rules.
Determining 'all' final judgements.
With an impatience awaiting mindless fools.
Descending from the eternal foreverness.
And coming to stick the wicked with it!
The wicked ones addicted to their antics.

From all sides.
And on all shores...
Will this 'Presence' make 'Its' presence known.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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