Who Made You The Judge? Poem by Rhodesse Fanche

Who granted you the title, O arbiter supreme?
To criticize and blame, as if in a dream,
Who crowned you the judge, with authority vast,
Dictating how lives should be lived, unsurpassed?

Assessing a woman's care for her spouse,
Decreeing a man's treatment, kind or douse,
Who anointed you judge, with powers untold,
While your own path remains untamed, yet bold?

Mending broken unions, though unwed yourself,
Whispering advice, from a distant shelf,
Who sanctioned your judgment, in matters so deep,
As you pry into lives, secrets you seek?

Nose in the affairs of others, you delve,
Invading their sanctums, where hearts may dwell,
Breeding discord, sowing seeds of disdain,
Pretending to be virtuous, a charade so vain.

Why, O judgmental soul, do you persist,
Casting stones, as if flawless, in your midst?
Behold the mirror, gaze deep at your core,
Can you count each strand, hair by hair, and more?

Alas, the truth unfolds, you cannot claim,
Perfection's grasp, an elusive flame,
Cease the judgment, the condemnations cease,
For the Creator alone holds judgment's lease.

God never tasked you to bear such a role,
To weigh hearts, to judge lives, to take control,
Let compassion guide, let empathy ignite,
For in unity, we shall find our true light.