And the Lord said to us:
‘Come and I will separate you and judge you
for how much or how little you have loved’.
I put before you the suffering ones, the desperate ones.
the hungry; the thirsty; the homeless ones.
Some cast from their homes when despots, shadows of men,
ruthless power-seekers moved against their own people:
those they had pledged to care for.
Instead they sucked the life from their souls,
souls that belong to me.
You left them ruined, afraid, unwanted, empty –
but you could not take away their dignity.
You tried to rob them of the one gift that I gave them
which you cannot touch:
their humanity –
made in my image.
An image that dazzles ever brighter,
the more you try to stamp it out.
Despairing bodies shuffle, clutching rags and children
and anxiously walk the Indo-European Way
– that trek which your ancestors made long ago.
They come to you in hope.
They come as refugees and seekers of shelter.
You utter your political platitudes.
You blame it on the traffickers.
But you fail to look in a mirror.
For these people are your test.
How much do you love?
How much do you care?
Do you see them for the glorious humanity they are?
They come to you simply, humbly, hopefully;
Looking for baptism into a new life through your love.
And you, what do you do?
You allow them to drown in the deep, chill waters of death.
Where others have failed,
you succeed in taking their lives after all.
You must leave me now.
There is little room for you in God’s heart.