On The Weighted Scale Poem by Liza Sud

This poem stuns me, it is so honest and stark, it's like an arrow to the brain. The speaker can speak three stanzas and thoroughly describe her state of being and the condition of her soul. But my first two reading left me reeling. On my third reading the image of the vaccuum cleaner cleansing the speaker's brain was still a piercing image but I can think it through. Your poem occurs at the crossroads of divine mercy and divine justice. WHICH OF THE TWO WILL PREVAIL? is the issue of the poem. (Fortunately, both Roman Catholics and Orthodox believers a-l-s-o believe Mary, Mother of God, intervenes with mercy - with both a merciful Mother and merciful Son how can HELL have any dominion over us? ?) . But your poem deals with an individual, existential crisis in which the SOUL stands virtually alone before Judgment. This is not Theology with its academic rationalizations, this is the Experience of the Holy when the human being is at her/his most vulnerable condition before God as Judge, and the Speaker has already judged herself harshly. B-U-T in a moment I am absolutely certain Mercy will prevail. (Well, not absolutely certain... perhaps HOPEFULLY certain....) The power of this poem is remarkable.