A poem on Matthew 25:31-46.
When all the Nations stand before His Throne,
divided as the sheep are from the goats,
the Shepherd speaks in words as clear as stone,
and Justice fills the air like swelling notes.
To those who fed the hungry, gave the drink,
who clothed the poor and welcomed strangers in,
He bids them come, their hearts and Deeds in sync,
to Inherit now the Kingdom they did win.
“For when you served the least of these,” He said,
“you served your Lord, though hidden from your sight.”
Their Kindness was the bread on which He fed,
their Mercy shown as stars against the night.
But to the ones who turned from others’ needs,
He casts them forth to a realm of endless woe.
“For when you failed to act on love’s pure creeds,
you failed to serve the One you refused to know.”
To the sheep He counts only their Good Deeds,
while the goats He sees only their Wickedness.
For the sheep know the Shepherd who supplies their needs,
whereas the goats choose to wander in faithlessness.
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