Beyond Reproach


As a Christian believer I have held back from addressing certain topics when it comes to my writing. I have tried to steer clear of topics that may cause some to feel upset with the tone or content. But This is one that I feel I must address at least once in a while.

To help bring insight to the poem in this post. There are two passages that I have taken from the Bible to help readers with filling in the background as it were.


Romans 3:23

for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,

Matthew 7:1-3

‘Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2 For in the same way as you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.

3 ‘Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?


What ever ones belief when It comes to religion or faith, is down to you the reader, NOT for me to say or insist on. As much as I may feel should be a case I cannot insist one route or another.

I have come upon christian believers who stand on their faith on a Sunday (not necessarily a sunday) And swing to the beat of another drum on socil media or other platforms. We as humans have a tendancy to Judgement on others because they do not play to the beat of our drums. Recent years events have shown that in obvious ways etc.

Such is the Basis of todays Poem. As always my poetry is written to seek to bring the reader to consider how they are or act, whether it is in line with the content I write on or opposite to it. Also to encourage a reader to question where they stand. It is not meant to insult or cause insult but bring question to their stance.


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Beyond Reproach


Alone at night I sit and think,
How short I fall close to the brink.
His Glory beyond measure unseen,
Yet I a simple being yet keen.


Go tell the night to bring the dawn,
With the new day sun comes no yawn.
Until the judges eye cast their shadow,
Judge our own despite their learned flow.


Lord the forest in my eyes withholds,
The true being of my fellow man's folds.
To preach on Sunday with keen desire,
Yet deny on Monday with vigour and fire.


Stand on street corner to display
Your deeds beyond reproach no grey.
Without stumble stands your decree,
No failing in your walk claim your free. 


Come stand the gap so some may rest,
Believe the words spoken no easy test.
You judge our deeds and seek to break,
For much more yet stands at stake.




©  Pat Fitzgerald 2022

Thank you for taking time to read this post. It is a little beyond my usual flow of topics, yet still holds what I feel are a few gems to chew on. As stated none is intended to cause offence BUT to cause a reader to seek to improve.

As always I welcome comments, but I ask that folks are polite and understand that a variety of cultures pass through and words can sooften cause offence.

Until next time Please take care and Show a little love to those in need of alittle love. One such act may help one in bad need.


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7 comments

  1. Happy New Year from Brothers Campfire! Blessings to you and yours! 🤠🔥✨🧨

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  2. Love the poem very much. Your words goes all the way into my mind! 😊

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