giving account

when the end of all ends besets
us and we are called to
account for the treasure we
spent, let it not
be thus…

that we pledged our allegiance
to purveyors of faux
religiosity, abandoning those
least among us and the infirm, hording
our riches tight to our chests…taking
up arms against imagined
enemies, defending liberty and
life for some, not all, condemning
as pariah those fallen from
lock-step and grace of
the chosen, infallible herd, pressing
for the silent annihilation of
those other than, telegraphing
our righteous deeds from center squares.

but let it be that…

we allowed our hearts to
open again and again, to
breaking…that we gave not
merely of our plenty, but
our all, that we forgave, nurtured,
healed, welcomed, fed, clothed,
visited and embraced every
soul that providence led to
us, our prayers like incense wafting
aloft from our private cells. let it
be that when called
to account, our account will
be empty…our treasure dribbling
like honey from the comb.

kat ~ 18 June 2015