Judgements

By Phil Gioldasis
Sweet and desired that are good and just.
Sensible in concious as honey and dew.
Purified like gold as affluent and fruitful.
Vast like that of the lilies of the field.
Awesome and terrible like sulfur an acid.
As the snow drifts white cotton fields.
A thouroghbred full blooded and first.
Refined as a unpolluted fighting spirit.
Hidden and secret shodows barren limelight.
For not to shame but reform and change.
Of what ought be.