An Indictment

The books were opened
For my eyes to see
All my works were recorded
Quite carefully

Most I remembered
Recalling what was
But one image flashed
That caused me to pause

The face of the woman
Was familiar yet new
As God called to mind
What I'd failed to do

In the image she walked
Deliberate and slow
Her eyes seemed to crave
A simple hello

Then I saw myself
Passing in haste
Silently thinking,
I'd no time to waste

I knew in that moment
The depth of my fault
For I had not so learned Christ
I was flavorless salt

Faster and faster
The images came
As I gazed upon them
In abounding shame

Missed opportunities
More numerous than sand
Passed quickly by
As I wrung my hands

The pride I had felt
By abstaining from sin
Was turned into horror
At how foolish I'd been

Time after time
I was given the chance
To demonstrate Christ
Some life to enhance

Yet time after time
For this reason or that
I chose to keep silent
I chose not to act

I was overcome
Unable to speak
My mind raced with thoughts
My knees felt weak

Countless the hungry
I'd neglected to feed
Diverse souls I'd ignored
Though in dire need

Tears filled my eyes
As I woke with a start
Relief washed me over
And slowed the pace of my heart

It was all a dream
Though the instances real
I got out of bed
And bent down to kneel

Then the Lord of the Harvest
Spoke in words clear and true,
"My fields need labourers
So I call on you."

Right there I vowed
That after that night
I'd seek out the chance
To be a beacon of light

I will be Christ-like
In word and in deed
I will reap harvests
I will sow seeds.