Don't Judge a Book By The Cover

Everywhere we turn we see a library of humanity! Behind the whole of human raceThe smiling or the somber faceThe eyes we meet in passing, ohBehind each silence or helloA story of a life unfolds …behind facades our gaze beholdsInk-drops of love, of loss and gainOf want and need, pleasure and painOf holding on and letting goShimmers of a life story, so …because we do not know in fullThe details of love’s push and pullThe landscape of life’s ups and downsThat turns the face to smiles or frownsBecause we cannot see the part …that cradles dreams, or breaks the heartThat fuels gladness or despairThe pressing paragraphs of care/prayerShould we not be much kinder thenTo a world full of fellowmen? …and season each response with graceFor what we see upon the faceDoes not reveal the no or yesThat authors ruin or successWhere we all share the common ground …of hope, of Something lost or foundOf longings that have not been metHeld in the brooding bay of ‘yet’In stories of ink not yet dryIn so much more than meets the eye Tall, short, rich, poor, plump or petiteEach bears a book that does not meetThe eye; where fingers cannot trace The lines that bridle human raceInto a kind of library ...penned by the likes of you and meWith no two stories quite the sameHowever great or small its fameWhere behind every face we meet Unfolds a story, bittersweet © Janet Martin 2 Cor.5:10For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each of us may receive what is due us for the things done while in the body, whether good or bad. Rev.20:11-13Then I saw a great white throne and the One seated on it.Earth and heaven fled from His presence, and no place was found for them. And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne.And there were open books,and one of them was the Book of Life.And the dead were judged according to their deeds, as recorded in the books. The sea gave up its dead,and Death and Hades gave up their dead,and each one was judged according to his deeds.