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Trial Trilogy: Part III

Poetry By: skilletgirl2
Poetry


Part III of the Trial Trilogy: The Jury


Submitted:Nov 4, 2012    Reads: 2    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


They sit behind me
Eyes like darts
Some have compassion
Others possessed with cold hearts
My hands turn sweaty
I try to breathe
Trying to distract myself by shaking my knee
The judge looks beyond me
"A half hour recess
Please gentle jury,
Decide this young woman's verdict"
They rise and leave
And my lawyer sits beside me
"My people may judge,
But they know what's right
Do not let their intimidation
Give you fright"
I look into his eyes
Grateful to the heavens
As my sweet attorney
Reassures me for the seventh time
He pats my shoulder,
I nod in return
Surely I know if they call me guilty
I'll have deserved what I have earned
"I do not bring chastisement
Upon my children"
He responded, reading my thoughts
I correct them, but never punish
Could you ask me for a staff?
And I give you a snake?
Could you ask me to instruct you how to swim?
And I'd abandon you in the watery grave?
A Father gives good gifts
Let this be known
You are not a prodigal;
Matter of fact, you are almost home"
I bow my head, unsure what to say
Feeling right now, a mix of joy and shame
It feels like a hurricane inside my soul
"Okay Father, I finally let go"
Immediately, I'm wrapped in a warm peace
And the emotions from a moment ago
Are away with my grief
I want to jump, go run and sin no more
Expressing my thankfulness toward my lawyer and king
The minutes fly by
As I look in his eyes
They're gentle and loving
Mirror-like
They reflected my pain and liberation,
My shame and total salvation
The brown colored pupils
Stare back at me
With love amazing and grace flowing freely
An elder member of the jury
Stands up in quite a hurry
"We the jury find the defendant
Innocent against these charges."
My lawyer stands up
And I jump on his waste
I cry in his hair
And he solemnly waits
He spins me around
Like a princess
I cherish the feel of his arms,
Embracing his goodness
He giggles at me, holding me near
Didn't I tell you there is nothing to fear?





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