A FOOL'S FURY
Written by Maggie Francis Lane
copyright A Timeless Company, Inc.
I stood at the door, hinged by the earth.
I don't remember knocking, but It was partially opened,
like her tired hands, and the soul of mankind.
Beautifully stalwart, she looked like an image familiar to me;
Clothed in a white gown, holding justice in her arms.
The bottom of her robe wrapped around my lower legs
And we were uncomfortably entwined together.
I spoke my pardon of will through words of silence and intent.
Bearing truth, I bore her burden on my shoulders
and fell beneath its weightless gravity
My lofty visions of power and strength lay there entombed at my feet,
And I sank into her arms. She lifted me up, but I fell again,
fraught with the anguish of the world.
To whom may I present my defense for those dressed in presumed innocence?
Injustice is a vile villain, empowered by God to afflict;
a bastardly beast, whose feet cannot be fettered;
My argument will only come before a Judge who inflicts poverty
on the poor and disease on the sick;
Criminal in any other court but His own.
If it is by reason that He rules, then I am insane.
How can I defend those victimized by His misdeeds, against Sovereign injustice?
Convict me omnipotent One, sentence me to the pits of hell for I would rather die before You a noble death of defiance than trust in Your wisdom.