In halls of judgment, where the gods reside,
A voice proclaims, a truth to be applied:
"Among the gods, you stand, a judging throng,
Yet sons of God, just when did you go wrong?"
For you are gods, each one a shining spark,
Reflected glory, in the endless dark.
But justice falters, mercy's light grows dim,
As mortal judgment clouds the seraphim.
The weak are crushed beneath the tyrant's hand,
While righteousness is lost across the land.
"Arise, O God," the psalm's lament takes flight,
"Judge you the judges, set the wrongs aright."
For you were gods, created in His grace,
With power given to rule time and space.
But earthly passions, pride's consuming fire,
Have dimmed the glory, quenched the divine desire.
Yet hope remains, a whisper in the breeze,
That humankind may rise, and find its ease.
To walk with God, in unity and love,
And claim again, our heritage above.
From Psalm 82
- Jerry N. Bustillov
