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Standing Before the Bar of God
My Worst Fear ...
by Tom Horonzy
Standing at the bar, I knew I had gone too far as the man in attendance wasn't draped in an apron but wore a crimson robe surrounded by a glow caused by His eminence.
I doffed my cap while staring at a supreme authority, feeling my knees shake as aspens do at higher elevations, realizing I could not appeal to a higher court than where I stood, being deposed before the Chief Justice of Eternity.
I thought, "it be best if I did not order a drink," when He addressed me, "How is it that you plea?"
Looking about, I saw no bailiff, clerk, or jury. The gallery was full of folks I recognized and others not identified. The only other item visible was a television screen which, somehow I surmised, held evidence of what I had done. Who knew for sure, but me, thus, I decided to mind my Q's and P's.
I pled the fifth, which by the way is what I desired, but did not see even a pint.
"Not in this court," came His reply. "How about a glass of water?"
"Not needed, your excellency." I squeezed my knees tighter, hoping what I previously drank wouldn't drip. Feeling in serious trouble, I requested legal counsel.
He replied again, "Not in this Court."
Thus, I had to represent myself, which led to my questioning why I hadn't attended law school. Feeling on the hot seat I mused, then replied, "Have you evidence to support a case?"
Without warning, the screen began to display image after image of everything to anyone I violated. "How could this be?" Easy. The only witness present for each and every occurence was ostensively me.
The scenes being viewed were reruns of the happenings. I was the chief witness against myself. What an embarrassment! In front of God and family, what I thought I had escaped with proved to be a fantasy, for I had been taught in my youth to "Choose the Right." I didn't. Now, I would reap the consequences of past wrongdoings.
I pled "guilty as charged," and begged for mercy.
Therefore, instead of gaining a degree of paradisiacal glory, I was sentenced to a lesser Edenic setting where I would remain until I realized how wrong the wrongs were that I commited.
With no chance to make restitution to those injured for things done that shouldn't have been, I would share the stripes and scourgings the Judge had taken for me by His Atonement, understanding when my repentance was complete, He had a room waiting for me.
My Worst Fear Writing Contest contest entry
Standing at the bar, I knew I had gone too far as the man in attendance wasn't draped in an apron but wore a crimson robe surrounded by a glow caused by His eminence.
I doffed my cap while staring at a supreme authority, feeling my knees shake as aspens do at higher elevations, realizing I could not appeal to a higher court than where I stood, being deposed before the Chief Justice of Eternity.
I thought, "it be best if I did not order a drink," when He addressed me, "How is it that you plea?"
Looking about, I saw no bailiff, clerk, or jury. The gallery was full of folks I recognized and others not identified. The only other item visible was a television screen which, somehow I surmised, held evidence of what I had done. Who knew for sure, but me, thus, I decided to mind my Q's and P's.
I pled the fifth, which by the way is what I desired, but did not see even a pint.
"Not in this court," came His reply. "How about a glass of water?"
"Not needed, your excellency." I squeezed my knees tighter, hoping what I previously drank wouldn't drip. Feeling in serious trouble, I requested legal counsel.
He replied again, "Not in this Court."
Thus, I had to represent myself, which led to my questioning why I hadn't attended law school. Feeling on the hot seat I mused, then replied, "Have you evidence to support a case?"
Without warning, the screen began to display image after image of everything to anyone I violated. "How could this be?" Easy. The only witness present for each and every occurence was ostensively me.
The scenes being viewed were reruns of the happenings. I was the chief witness against myself. What an embarrassment! In front of God and family, what I thought I had escaped with proved to be a fantasy, for I had been taught in my youth to "Choose the Right." I didn't. Now, I would reap the consequences of past wrongdoings.
I pled "guilty as charged," and begged for mercy.
Therefore, instead of gaining a degree of paradisiacal glory, I was sentenced to a lesser Edenic setting where I would remain until I realized how wrong the wrongs were that I commited.
With no chance to make restitution to those injured for things done that shouldn't have been, I would share the stripes and scourgings the Judge had taken for me by His Atonement, understanding when my repentance was complete, He had a room waiting for me.
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I have thought time and again, that if a heavenly journal is being kept, it is likely our recorded memory, which is the only thing we can take with us upon our death.
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