*Note that this poem is not really a part of my musings. I wrote this because I believe, and normally I would never express it outright and instead take to solitude and write poems about my ideals and experiences instead. But I wrote this poem mostly because a friend of mine is going through a rough patch in her life at the moment, and I wanted to offer this to her as a very late tribute. *
Answers from the Judge
If I go, will you follow?
If I go, will you leave?
If I tell you to leave it be,
will you discard what you believe?
If I ask for your honor,
if I ask for what's right,
will you leave behind tommorrow,
will you follow me to the night?
If I tell you to seek another,
if I tell you to stay away,
would your promise do me honor
or willl you break it this very day?
And if I ask you for something
that never can you provide,
will you let failure define you,
or will you find a way to survive?
If I seek another's word,
would you accuse me of betrayal?
If I seeked another's wisdom,
will you drown yourself in denial?
If you do, will you beg me?
If you do, will you simply leave?
If my heart goes to another,
will you stand steadfast, or grieve?
If this questions you cannot answer,
can you look me in the eyes?
Can you tell me you do believe,
without resorting to telling lies?
Can you tell me of a faith
that no man can ever shatter,
can you tell me that that faith
belongs to me or yet another?
My child, these are questions
no one can ever answer.
Like trials that do exist,
like sins that always linger.
It matters not that you are fragile,
or if your heart is made of glass,
what matters most is you keep me
if ever I came to pass.
I cannot answer all your questions,
nor heal every broken faith.
I cannot reclaim what evil took,
I cannot reclaim a life too late.
I cannot ask you to stay strong
when you face a thunderstorm,
nor ask you to discard
the desires I deem wrong.
Nor can I mend what is broken
if you will not let me in,
and I cannot save a heart
that is so immersed in sin.
But if you seek me I'll be there,
and my hands will try to guide you.
If you seek me I will welcome,
I will show you what is true.
All that matters is a faith
I can stand on to be steady.
And when your life has truly gone,
your salvation will be ready.
So if I ask "Will you follow?"
It matters not if you never do.
I may go where you cannot follow
but my heart will stay with you.
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