Summoned

When I am summoned to a reckoning, and my immortal spirit is asked by The Almighty to recount my life in this material world, unable I will be to even utter a single word without weeping with spiritual tears for my injustice against His Almighty Bounty. And when The All Powerful ask me if He did not send his Most Glorious Pen to warn me of the pitfalls of the material world and its trappings, unable I will be to even breath without weeping for my immoral actions. And when The Most Understanding voice ask if I did not put the two truth of spirit and material existing on a scale of truth while as a mortal, did I not say to myself; the spirit is the greater and loftier truth. Unable I will be to even think before tears flood the holy soroundings. And when the Most Compassionate ask if His Most Esteemed Pen did not confirm in me the truths of God, and how He came into my life with seas of evidence did I not then turn my face to the lesser truth. Ashamed of my existance I shall be, undeserving I will be. Ungrateful I am.