My Dearest Aunt
Coming from one who is so highly enlightened,it is hard to understand the bile that you speak.
If only you were not so easily frightened;
look past your hate for the knowledge you seek.
It pains me to think the same blood flows in our
veins,
how your avarice and greed have corrupted your soul.
But I realize there must be at least one family's
bane,
and it is you, my dear aunt, who must pay the toll
for being the cause of the rift in our clan,
feigning ignorance and embracing malcontent toward
all.
My birth was the opening for your callous plan,
believing you were the butt of a joke was your thrall.
Thirty-four years and you still hold this grudge
and made your parents stir the cauldron.
But in the end of all things, there is only one judge.
And this, my dear aunt, stand upon!
That judge knows everything, past, present, and now;
even the sins you commit with your heart.
Will YOU be upon his right hand of grace?
Or on his left hand, far apart.
B Heath Harris/(c) 2010
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